Mike Strantz

It's a neighboring town to Asheboro, but on the way to Pinehurst and man, he has got that thing so frigging tuned up.

It is like it is Mike Strantz in supreme playable condition.

So nice.

How's my echo today, by the way? I got new earphones.

So we're gonna spend a few weeks down in the low country here, uh, with these fine people.

And as we tend to do with these episodes, sure, we're gonna talk about the golf course, the architecture just a little bit, but we're gonna talk a lot about Nick Schriber, who he is, uh, who he was, and who he is becoming.

I think we're all still in the process of becoming something.

And then I'll-- And then how he crossed paths with Katrina Castro and how she became a team, uh, part of the team at Old Barnwell.

I think a lot of therapy has taught me a little bit about why that was.

Um, you know, he cast a very long shadow.

And so I think at that age, I really loved architecture, uh, building architecture, you know.

Um, and so, you know-

What a par 5.

Mike Strantz does it again.

I just love the way that this hole comes out of the woods and ends up on the third.

Great freaking shot.

But what we didn't realize was is his, you know, we knew he was really, really important for Todt Hill.

We didn't know how important he was to Mike Strantz.

Yeah, yeah, so that was really cool and you guys will see that in the interview with, like, some, some more, some more info on Strantz, man.

Some d- some deep inside stuff.

Let's go.

Guys, the first place we're gonna take you to is the driving range, and again, the great thing about Todt Hill is their practice facility's just as special as the course is.

Mike Strantz put a lot of time and effort and energy into thinking about what your experience would be like before you ever step foot on the, uh, on the course.

So three-tiered, uh, range, but you're hitting down into what looks like a farmer's field, and your targets are hay bales, right? It literally feels like you're in your buddy's backyard, uh, you know, grabbing an old pitching wedge and knocking them over by the hay bales.