I played Red Tail Golf Club in Devens, Mass., this morning, playing hooky from covering the nearby Deutsche Bank Championship. Okay, it's not really that nearby -- Norton, home of TPC Boston, is an hour away by car. But Red Tail, which hosted the U.S. Women's Amateur Public Links in June, is worth the trip if a little out of the way.

The course is a Brian Silva design and played through a bunch of trees but somehow doesn't feel claustrophobic. There are one or two longish holes, but mostly the place is a bunch of fairly short doglegs, from the silver tees, anyway, that call on you to work the ball off the tee. For the most part the place is a salute to the dogleg right.

My friend Graham, whose twin girls are so young he's exempt for having to take responsibility for any bad shots for at least the next 12 months, nearly drove the green on the downhill, big-dogleg-right 17th hole. From where the silver tees were, way up in the box, I'd guess it was about a 320-yard poke, with my driver. What law is it that says a borrowed driver will always produce mammoth, accurate tee shots? And why is there a corollary that says as soon as you buy that driver, it will stop working?

But I digress. The course's website says it "meanders among numerous streams and ponds," and it does. It also reminds of Cape Cod at times, as with the sandy soil on 17. Nice place. I'd go back, if I lived here.