In other words, force them to play with instinct and courage. I wish an eye-opening trip to Scotland, Ireland and England on all of them. The hazards often are hidden, the yardage markers often are nonexistent. This is an adventure found. There is nothing in golf that irritates me more than a player who insists on knowing a precise yardage for every shot.
Some golfers pace around incessantly looking for yardage plates.
This is sanity lost. I call them the walking dead. Or about to be dead. It's 170 yards, so I'll hit a smooth 7-iron. Yardage is both their pacifier and their demon, for most cannot in an elephant's age dial in the prescribed yardage.