Dog Shot Golf Blog – Solo Golf, TikTok & Tactical Errors
There comes a point in every golfer’s life where they think:
“I know… I’ll play a solo round while live streaming it on TikTok. What could possibly go wrong?”
Turns out…
Quite a lot.
First lesson of the day? If you’re going to film yourself while walking around a golf course, it helps if you can actually see your phone screen. Bright sunshine and mobile screens are not friends. Apparently people were commenting, chatting away, probably offering life-changing swing tips, and I was blissfully unaware, staring into the distance like I was waiting for a bus.
Then there was the microphone.
Every time I wandered off to hit a shot, I’d casually stroll straight out of range. For anyone watching live, I imagine it sounded less like a golf vlog and more like someone had accidentally left the phone on in their trolley.
So, after extensive scientific research (one disastrous round), I’ve concluded that future vlogs require two essential pieces of equipment:
- A Sherpa.
- A leash.
The Sherpa carries the gear, reminds me where the microphone is, keeps an eye on the chat and occasionally tells me I’m aiming at the wrong fairway.
The leash stops me wandering so far away that I disappear from my own live stream.
Problem solved.
Well… not quite.
I’d also forgotten to refill my golf tees.
This meant every drive involved rummaging through my bag for tiny, battle-scarred survivors that had clearly already lived full and meaningful lives. Balancing a golf ball on what was essentially half a tee became an event in itself.
Needless to say, my opening drive flew majestically…
…straight into the trees.
The first hole then claimed my first golf ball of the day.
An efficient start.
The fairways largely remained places I admired from a distance. My irons occasionally remembered they were golf clubs, my driver occasionally remembered it wasn’t a cricket bat, and somewhere between holes I accepted that accuracy was optional.
The putting wasn’t much better.
Three three-putts.
Three.
That’s enough said.
Being on my own also meant something terrifying happened.
I had to speak to strangers.
Lovely people, thankfully. They didn’t laugh too much. At least not while I was standing there.
The one thing that never let me down?
The Dog Shot Golf shirt.
The golf may have been questionable, but at least I looked like someone who knew what they were doing. Looking the part counts for something… even if your golf ball is heading towards the next postcode.
Despite everything—the lost ball, the missing fairways, the comedy putting, the technical issues and my complete inability to stay within microphone range—I had an absolute laugh.
Golf has a funny way of doing that.
You can play terribly, lose balls, chat to complete strangers, invent new ways to embarrass yourself, and still walk off the 9th thinking…
“Same time next week?”
So yes, I’ll definitely be doing another live round.
Just after I’ve invested in a leash.
And found myself a Sherpa.
If anyone fancies the job, the pay is terrible, the walking is excessive, and your main responsibility is reminding me where I’ve put my tees.
Applications are now open.
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