Fellos usually operates on the out-of-quantity-comes-quality theory, sometimes investing more than $100 in a tournament at three shots for $1. But even taking a few hundred attempts is not the answer, not with the accepted odds against a hole in one something like 10,000 to 1. What is the secret?
"I always feel I have a chance to knock the ball into the hole," Fellos says simply. "I think that's something you develop by practicing and playing. In the contests I keep swinging until I get the range. Then I know I have a good chance of knocking it in if I hit enough shots."
Well, that sounds easy enough.
PLENTY OF TIME
Those of you who worry about what to do with your leisure time might consider entering a boat in the first round-the-world yacht race. Post time is August 1973, and the start is at Plymouth, England. The race will be in four stages: Plymouth to Cape Town, Cape Town to Sydney, Sydney to Buenos Aires and Buenos Aires back to Plymouth. Bring plenty of sandwiches. The race is expected to take six or seven months, including stopovers of two to three weeks at each of the staging points.
It's about time this Women's Lib thing was stamped out. When female jockeys began riding at thoroughbred tracks a year or two ago one of the principal objections to their presence was the fear that they would be hurt when male riders began to use rough tactics in close races. But after some wild riding in the seventh race at Charles Town, W. Va. last Friday night three male jockeys filed foul claims against a 16-year-old girl rider named Debra Wray. One claimed his mount was bothered by Miss Wray's horse on the clubhouse turn, a second charged her with moving in too close at the quarter pole and the third said her mount nudged his in the stretch. Miss Wray got to the wire first, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind her. but the stewards, fighting a rearguard action for the obsolescent male, upheld the objection and moved her horse from first place to fifth. Way to go, fellas.
And it isn't just women jockeys. A couple of months ago we reported that the greyhound track in Ju�rez, Mexico, across the Rio Grande from El Paso, was putting on exhibition dog races that featured riders—little capuchin monkeys that sat right up there on the dogs as they coursed around the track. Well, the monkeys are back at Ju�rez, and now it's official: the monk-dog races are part of the regular pari-mutuel card, with win, place, show and quiniela betting. It's only a matter of time before we'll be hearing some disgruntled bettor at Santa Anita or Aqueduct tearing up his tickets and complaining, "The monk give him a bad ride."