Mr. STI is in the bunker - says the sand is packed, baked, like asphalt.
good info - my ball is in there too -
while walking to the bunker lip, commando guy chips onto the green shakes the pin, rattles the cup - missed the chip in - eagle - ball is on the edge waiting to drop... still walking, watching the action and step on the bunker lip, and turn my ankle. woke-up in time to break the fall with my knees, hands, elbows, belly, earlobe, and score card.
the bunker, was like sandpaper glued to blacktop. Thought I'd have bleeding knee caps - no problem.
