Harry is one of a kind. Of course we were competitors for a while (he was at AP for so long, I was at UPI for parts of four years) but we’d talk in the press box and at the old Saturday morning media golf scrambles before Little Rock football games (since Fayetteville didn’t have lights then, there was no time for a scramble before an afternoon game at RRS). I don’t think I was ever in Harry’s scramble group though; they usually paired me with Paul Eells because he was a good enough player to carry my sorry butt, although we never won.
One of my scramble stories involves Harry though. I don’t remember which course we were playing (there were several in the scramble rotation, might have been Burns Park) but Paul hit a tee shot into a fairway bunker and none of us hackers did anything even as good, so we all played out of the bunker. Somehow I hit the shot of my life out of that bunker with an 8-iron and stopped it six inches from the flag. Harry’s group was just leaving the green in front of us. When I got up to the green, Harry pitched me my ball and said “It’s good. Helluva shot, Jeff.” I would have liked to make that birdie putt though.