Trees, My Way: Golf Stories for Mortals is my antidote to Jack Nicklaus’ Golf My Way. It’s the game for the rest of us.

The original list price for this was $15, but I’m offering it now for $10. Shipping is free (U.S. only), and en e-book version is coming.

Here’s what some publications had to say:

Duluth (Minn.) News Tribune: “What holds the book together is that it's absolutely hilarious. I can't remember the last book that made me just belly laugh, and you have to go back even deeper in my book stack to find one that did it so consistently.”

Golf Chicago!: “Unlike most golf stories where the endings are fairly predictable, Nelson’s stories are far from typical. His everyday battles with the common golf ball, unethical playing partners, rude rangers, unseasonable weather elements, and other golf obstacles, carry unusual endings that put the reader into a speed-reading mode just to discover each story’s outcome.”

Northern Stars Magazine: “Even if you don’t golf, you will get a good many laughs, and possibly a little insight into golfing, as you read Robert Nelson’s stories in this book. There is also a chance you might see yourself in one of these stories.”

KYSM radio: “As a golfer myself I really enjoyed it. Everyone has great stories from the golf course and learning that other people go through the same troubles, trying moments, and moments of brilliance that I do is fun to read about. The one thing that I never really thought about until I read your book was that every round of golf is like a brief little life lesson. I think about that every time I hit the links now.”                                           

Here’s an excerpt from a story about a sozzled businessman having a bash:

“His stance, now wobbly from a combination of a gargantuan belly, the heat of the day and an afternoon devoted to long draughts from the nut-brown bowl, was his main hurdle to overcome in the quest for a successful shot. He pulled his club back as if he were playing tug-of-war with a cougar, and teetered momentarily on his right foot. Just as he was ready to topple over on his side, he magically caught himself, and brought the full force of his substantial weight back in the general direction of the ball. From there, it was merely a question of holding his breath and lashing out at the sacrificial white sphere with a vehemence that would have felled a sequoia. The ball shot from the tee as if it would never return to its native planet, and not long thereafter was rolling onto the green.”