Part of hunting is the wilderness experience, matching wits with your game, getting out in the elements. And sitting in front of a computer and doing it with a mouse just seems to cheapen the experience.

It's a wilderness hunt. You're at the Arctic Circle when hunting moose.

They can do a carton of ice cream or a box of cereal in a sitting.

Touring is the whole experience. When you're in true wilderness, there's only one way to get there, and that's on foot. And you know there won't be a lot of people out there.

Some of the most memorable, and least regrettable, nights of my own youth were spent in coon hunting with farmers. There is no denying that these activities contributed to the economy of farm households, but a further fact is that they were pleasures; they were wilderness pleasures, not greatly different from the pleasures pursued by conservationists and wilderness lovers. As I was always aware, my friends the coon hunters were not motivated just by the wish to tree coons and listen to hounds and listen to each other, all of which were sufficiently attractive; they were coon hunters also because they wanted to be afoot in the woods at night. Most of the farmers I have known, and certainly the most interesting ones, have had the capacity to ramble about outdoors for the mere happiness of it, alert to the doings of the creatures, amused by the sight of a fox catching grasshoppers, or by the puzzle of wild tracks in the snow.

I'm sitting at 150, $1,000 gets you nowhere. I was at my wits end. I was hitting it terrible at the beginning of the week. I think today the putt on No. 3 woke me up. It is great to hit the shots and make the putts you need to.