[to tune of YMCA's In the Navy ...]
In Spring of 1970, age 25, as part of my final tour of duty in Hawai'i at Fleet Intelligence Center Pacific, I was sent to cryptographic equipment school, located at Mare Island CA (north end of San Francisco Bay). It was for 4 weeks, and weekends I boogied as far as I could get and return in 48 hours, lol. TGIF and hasta la vista.
Weekday late afternoon and evenings, no homework (classified and all locked up), so what to do? A shipmate turned me on to a 9 hole course on-base, and every weekday (Mon - Thur) we'd play a twi-lite 9. Think St Andy's with rolling hills, and VERY reliable southwest winds (as part of the strong air stream coming through the Golden Gate in the afternoons). In nearby passes trees grew bent over towards the NE because of the strength and consistent direction of that wind!
Rental clubs and the shop's cheapest balls ... get 'er done ... and the evening meal was there at the course concession stand: a bowl the best chili con carne I'd tasted til then, perfect french fries, and an Anchor Steam beer or 3.
Learn by doing, with both useful and horrible advice from whomever I was playing with. It's taken more than a few years to un-learn some of that stuff, lol. But, I am still a good wind player; love the challenge of keeping it in play.