We are on the seventh hole of Grand View Lodge's Pines Golf Course in the north woods of Minnesota in early summer, my father and I.  The day is perfect, the sky blue, the air clean and crisp as a fine chardonnay. The seventh hole is 150 yards from the back tees, all carry over a lake.  Beyond the slate-black surface of the water, a small, undulating, bowl-shaped green warms in the afternoon sun. I tee off first from the blues and hit a... Full Story