My little Golfer

Carter eat, drinks, and sleeps golf. Like father like son, I guess. From the time he could walk, he had his first golf club and was swinging away. I must say, he's pretty good. (Of course, I'm not bias.)



Carter goes golfing with Harley all the time, but Mason on a golf course... not yet. He's just a little to busy. So we took the boys miniature golfing, something Mason could handle. The first game Harley smoked me, but on the second I had a 3 shot lead going into the last couple holes. Naturally I succumbed to the pressure and choked. He squeaked out the win. UGH! To beat Harley at his own game, now that would have sweet.