Golf in the snow? Alex heads to the Arctic Circle to find out

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Alex Perry
Thu, 28 Mar 2013

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L-R: Dave, Alex, Mark, Peder


As we wander up a sharp incline to the next tee, I pull my camera out of my bag and begin snapping away at the jaw-dropping scenery that opens up in front of us. Slow play isn’t a problem here – not with this view.

We play all six holes and then repeat the first, second and sixth to complete the nine before heading in to try the local delicacies. On the menu today: reindeer. And it’s delicious. (Sorry kids.)

With the scores level – mainly thanks to a remarkable putt from Mark which raced several feet past the hole, only to catch the slope and fall slowly back into the cup (think that putt in Happy Gilmore) we head back out for six more, determined to find a winner.

But it feels different this time. We’re now accustomed to the course, to the weather. To snow golf. Now the battle really begins.

We’ve warmed up now (not literally – it’s still minus-12) and confidence is high. Tactics become a paramount importance, particularly around the tricky whites. Finally a breakthrough. Peder and I leave ourselves a short uphill putt at 13 with our opponents still to reach the white. One up with two to play.

The celebrations are short lived. All four of us fall short of the spectacular par-3 fifth hole – our 14th of the day – before Dave expertly chips in for birdie to take it back to all-square.

With nothing separating us down the par-4 sixth, our 15th, we shake hands and head inside for a well-deserved pilsner and enjoy the après ski entertainment.

In the bar, we kick back to enjoy the acoustic renditions of Nicke Sebbas – a 1980s heavy metal throwback who is warbling away in Swedish.

“This is a ballad about fishing,” Peder tells us as he places a tray in front of us with four pitchers of Scandinavia’s finest. 

Nicke then breaks into ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey. Now we’re talking. We order some Jägermeister and have a good old fashioned sing along.

But just before we attempt the high note, Peder stops us in our tracks – a child-like grin etched mischievously across his face.

“So, guys,” he says. “I think we need to find a winner of our match. Check this out.”

He hands us each a golf ball. Only it doesn’t look like a normal golf ball. It looks… transparent.

“Drop it,” he adds. So we do. As soon as the ball hits the ground, it lights up. We sit there looking at our glowing balls and each of us know exactly where this is headed.

“While we’re eating dinner,” continues Peder, “my team are going to be out preparing the first hole to be played at night.”

We simultaneously turn toward the window. The stunning view has been replaced by a blizzard.

“I’m sure it will clear up by the time we play,” adds Peder, with little conviction in his voice.

How did we get on with night-time snow golf? Click here to continue reading.

 

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