My flags are flying at half mast today. I just got a terrible phone call. My local pro just informed me of the passing of a long time golf buddy, Dave Shields. I’m sure I played more rounds of golf with Dave than anyone, easily over 1000 times at my home course. He was a fixture there as was I. We used to play every evening from mid-afternoon until what we called “dark thirty” for years.
Dave was the guy who could hit a flop shot so high and soft that he could catch it. I even caught him doing that on video (below), on the #10 tee at our home course.
Dave practiced harder than anyone. He practiced so much with his wedges that he had two sets, one for the range and one for the course. He literally wore the grooves off of the faces until they were gone. He never wore golf shoes either, opting to wear hiking boots.
I had the pleasure of sipping a nice free frosty beverage when Dave carded an ace on the par-3 8th a couple of years ago (picture).
Dave and I had many great times on the golf course and did several road trips. We did Mesquite, southern Utah and Heber Utah many times. We played golf in hurricane force winds in a town called… “Hurricane.”
Dave had left the course a few months ago and I hadn’t heard from him in a while. I came to find out that he went back east and that is where he passed.
I’m very shocked and saddened right now. Sorry to see you go Dave. The next toast is for you.