Chapter 39If you turn left at the northern end of Old Savannah Road in downtown Augusta, paralleling the southern bank of the Savannah River that marks the border between Georgia and South Carolina, and then you drive a short distance down Washington Road, you reach a left turn onto Azalea Drive. And there, behind a fifteen-foot perimeter hedge, lie 360 acres of the most revered and manicured golf course in the whole of America – Augusta National, home each spring to the legendary Augusta Masters Golf Championship.
Luke Furrowes had played at Augusta before, but never with Fuzzy. So he shipped his caddy down there in late March, a couple of weeks before the start of the Masters, to investigate the course’s unique quirks. On his first day, Fuzzy ran into a couple of the resident caddies, b
