Prestwick GC, 1851 Old Tom Morris, Prestwick, Scotland
Conceived by James Ogilvie Fairlie and his group of 57 founding members, they met at the Red Lion Inn (up the street from the club and still operating) to start the Prestwick GC. Old Tom Morris was hired to route/build a golf course, become the keeper of the green, and the club’s ball and golf club maker.
The layout of the original Prestwick links produced 12 holes with the first hole being a 578 yd, 1 foot, and 9 inches. It started at the west edge of the property beginning just left of the practice green and right of the current 14th fwy. It ended at the current 16th green. The 2nd hole is what is now the current 17th “Alps” hole and is the oldest championship golf hole still in existence as it was originally laid out. In 1860, the very first Open Championship was played on the original 12 holes. After the club purchased more land north of the original course, Old Tom extended the course to 18 holes in 1882. There are remnants of the stone wall that was once the northern edge of the original course.
Prestwick has quite a few recognizable holes such the 17th “Alps”, the 3rd hole “Cardinal” with its massive cardinal bunker, the 5th “Himalayas” which is a blind tee shot par 3 over a massive sand dune, and the 15th “Narrows” which is a par 4 playing up and through an extremely tight dunes framed runway. The whole round gets started on the 1st hole aptly named “Railway” as it sits feet away from the Prestwick train station. A stone wall runs down the entire right side of the hole with the tee shot being nothing more than a long iron out to a tight landing area leaving a short iron into an extremely tiny green.
Prestwick GC is often described as “quirky” and fun. I would wholeheartedly agree with that description. It’s unlike any other I’ve played. There is so much going on within one golf course. Blind shots, crossovers, massive wood planked bunkers, drivable holes, centuries old stone walls, burns, and a whole lot more. The fairways are all humped and bumped and you have no idea what kind of bounce you’ll get off the tee. The conditions are pristine. The green complexes are magnificent with all sorts of shapes, sizes, and contours.
Equally as stunning to the course is the clubhouse itself. A literal golf museum with copies of the Claret Jug, Young Tommy Morris’s Challenge Belt for winning three consecutive Open Championships, original scorecards from those championships, club minutes, pictures, etc. I could have spent hours perusing everything the club so eloquently showcases. But what made the clubhouse so special were the people inside. From the moment my wife and I sat down for lunch in the brand new upstairs bar/restaurant, we were made to feel at home. David Fleming, the club’s Head Professional and his staff could not have been any more cordial. David himself gave me a personal tour of the clubhouse. Kevin, the caddie master, made sure my round was set up with Chris McBride, the living caddie legend of Prestwick. Kevin waited for me to complete my round as I was the last off of the day and made sure I was sent off with a warm goodbye.
For years I’ve imagined what it would be like to see and play these hallowed grounds. It was everything I had imagined and more. I’ve watched and read everything I can through the years of this club and its history. For this golf historian nerd, it was honestly a surreal feeling being at and playing Prestwick. I told my caddie Chris on a few occasions it felt like a dream. He looked at me at one point and said “you get it.” Some days you never want to end. My day at Prestwick is one I will never forget. What’s been special is renting a place directly across the street from the club during our time in Ayrshire. So I’ve been able to savor the moments for a few days and have just stared out my windows at this historic place. I can’t wait for the next time.