Hailed as the commencement of American Golf, the story of “The Gang” takes us to New York pastures in 1887.
Robert Lockhart, a Scottish immigrant and linen merchant in NY, received a large package shipped directly from the Old Course at St Andrews. Lockhart had recently journeyed back to Scotland for a visit, and while in country had met with Old Tom Morris at the Old Course for what I can only surmise to be on of the initial golf club fittings in history. The clubs and balls were chosen for Lockhart and shippedacross the pond to New York.
Now with the cherished tools in hand on American soil, Lockhart and his sons took to the West side of the city to an open field to launch some gutta percha balls. As the story goes, a policeman who was watching the trio, removed himself from his horse to have a swing. With his first rip, he launched one farther than the Lockhart clan. He followed that triumph with multiple cutsinto the thin air, missing the ball entirely. He walked away displeased, and I too know that feeling in my bones almost 150 years later. After breaking in the clubs, they were gifted to Lockhart’s friend John Reid, an exec at JL Mott Iron Works. Scouting out pastureland near his Yonkers residence, Reid gathered 5 cronies and began to lay out 3 “holes” in the open pastureland. Although crude, the framework for American golf now lay in an open Yonkers field, and 6 men dreaming of more.
Over the next year, Reid and his gang moved on to larger pastures, designing golf holes with nothing but a few clubs, creative minds, and brothers to share it with. One pasture contained vast orchards of apple trees, and all of a sudden our wayward band of nomads had a moniker – The AppleTree Gang. Over the years the Gang would grow, innovate, and form the St. Andrew’s (mind the apostrophe) Golf Club.
They would soon become a nine hole course, a clubhouse, and a bustling membership of New York’s finest, including Andrew Carnegie. All thanks to the Gang wandering pastures and dreaming, alongside their brothers.