Once again, Golf Course Trades delivers in the biggest way. My Conklin PLayers Club article was a ton of fun to research and write,but all the good folks at the magazine made it look fantastic.
From the article:
“One night, out of a clear blue sky, Rick Rickard, who had never played a day of golf in his life, came home and announced to his wife Theresa, “Honey, I think I want to build a golf course.”
If most of us said that to our wives, they’d probably shout back something like, “You can’t even mow the lawn right. How are you going to build a golf course?” But Rick and Theresa were landscape designers by trade. Rick’s side of the family also owned an excavating company.
“When my husband Rick puts his mind to something, he does it,” Theresa explained, chuckling. “When he gets an idea, he goes for it.”
So Rick and Theresa bought an old dairy farm, 200 acres of tree-choked mountainside: hurly-burly, topsy-turvy property completely cloaked in hardwoods. They couldn’t have picked a harder topography for first-timers to cut their teeth, but hey – in for a penny, in for a pound.”
And with that a legend was born. Right about now is the perfect time to visit Conklin; the leaves are changing and the whole vale of the Southern Tier will come alive with autumnal flame.
