We didn't want to save Wolf Creek for our final round on Saturday because we had to drive back to Vegas that same day and we wanted to enjoy the experience. The layout at Wolf Creek is difficult to describe and even more difficult to play. The starter told us if we played from the whites, we would not be able to reach several of the par 4s unless we hit 270 yard drives. We were convinced. So we played the course at 5,800 yards and it still was more than a challenge.
The tee for the second hole is one of the higher points on the course.
Dale and Scott climb the steps up to the tee box. Below, I stitched together five photos taken from the #2 tee box looking north, east, and south.
The ideal shot on this hole, if memory serves, is just to the left of the carts at the 3 o'clock position. Short, you're in the chasm. Left you're playing with the mountain goats. The trip down to the fairway is adventurous in its own right. The gas engines have governors on them preventing you from going too fast and the paths are chock full of speed bumps. Dennis mentioned this was the only course he'd played where you have to sign a waiver of liability just to get one. *%#! lawyers.
Speaking of Dennis, check out his nice follow through on this drive.
One of the problems with the extreme elevation changes was trying to figure out how far your ball would travel.
We often didn't know what waited around the bend. Both Dale and Scott hit nice shots on this particular hole but went long. Nice fishing pole, Scott.
This cute little par 3 was only 135 yards long and was definitely down hill. But note the stream cutting around the green making it a peninsula. It was the scene of one of my worst putts. My birdie putt from 18 feet missed by 7 feet. I could only laugh.
Here's another panoramic view from one of the holes on the back nine.
Where did that little devil go?
Scott tees off on the tricky 17th tee. On this par 5, you had to cross a narrow stream to lay up for your third shot, a wedge over a larger body of water to the green. For some reason, I had the hot hand at The Wolf, shooting 43-39.
Afterwards, we enjoyed a cool one in the lounge where Scott reminisced about ripping his pants there in '04. Oh, Brenda, he didn't tell you about that one, did he.