How The Owner Plays Redstone: Hole 9

336 yards. Creek at 275. Old log cabin behind the green. And the whole thing exists partly because of frogs.

Let me explain.

When we built Hole 9, the creek wasn’t in the design. Then our biologist stepped in. Turns out there was always a pond closer to the tees, but the little hoppers needed a way to get from one pond to another. So we built them a highway. A frog highway. That creek you see running across the fairway? Frog infrastructure. The pond sitting right of the cart path? Frog destination.

I am not making this up.

And honestly? It made the hole. The creek sits at about 275–280 yards from the blues, which means it’s right there in your head if you let it be. There’s also a pond about 100 yards left of the tee — totally out of play unless you decide it’s in play. Don’t decide that.

My game plan here is simple: hit my favourite club and leave myself around 100 yards in. A rescue or a 3-wood is perfect — keeps me short of the creek and gives me a clean number into a green I respect.

There are red stakes on either side of the rough and a bunker sitting at about the 110-yard mark. I see them. I note them. Then I pick my target and stop thinking about them.