About 16 or 17 years back, and close to 600 golf courses ago, I was first exposed to a wonderland called Crumpin-Fox Golf Club. This is a delightfully hilly and serene walk through the woods in the northern Massachusetts town of Bernardston, adjacent to the Vermont border, and just a couple miles off of Route 91. When I first spied the terrain, still something of a golf neophyte in terms of my previous exposure to great courses, I was taken aback at the dazzling challenges the course presented—so unlike the standard parkland fare I was accustomed to. Sharp doglegs, thick ...