Merrick Mondays: Give Back, Get Involved

by Owen Jacobs | Feb 9, 2026 | Golf, Merrick Mondays

“Get involved”, is something you hear often when you are part of an organization or group. Giving back to your profession or organization really does help you to feel better about yourself, your career, and the people around you. If you are working for a company that...

Merrick Mondays: Winter Weather Prep (And What Can Happen)

by Owen Jacobs | Feb 2, 2026 | Golf, Merrick Mondays

The Clubhouse office called me one winter and said there was a woman trapped in her living room with flooding water coming from the golf course. She called and said she lived in a condo next to the third green at Elkridge Estates. It was pouring down rain in late...

Merrick Mondays: Simple Explanations

by Owen Jacobs | Jan 26, 2026 | Golf, Merrick Mondays

When a golfer sees a small brown patch, they see a nuisance - You see a symptom. Talk about a moment you encountered this predicament while you were a Superintendent. This is a great question because some grass will die somewhere for some reason, and you need to know...

Merrick Mondays: Golf Course Happenings (in the Dead of Night)

by Owen Jacobs | Jan 16, 2026 | Golf, Merrick Mondays

You are often on the course when no one else is there - at dawn or in the middle of a storm. Describe the 'soul' of the golf course during those hours. What do you notice that the players never will? I could answer this question with all the peaceful moments seeing...

Merrrick Mondays: Man vs. Nature

by Owen Jacobs | Jan 12, 2026 | Golf, Merrick Mondays

Is a golf course a man-made sculpture or a managed wilderness? Where did you draw the line between forcing nature to behave and working within its boundaries? Let’s discuss part one of these two questions and maybe dabble in the second part. I have worked with six...

Merrick Mondays: Me, Steve, and the Farm

by Owen Jacobs | Jan 5, 2026 | Golf, Merrick Mondays

Prompt: Describe a personal figure in your life that helped shape your life, career, or the way you think about the world I was eight years old; it was 1966 and I was standing in a pig pen on my neighbor’s farm holding a piglet’s legs, one under each arm wondering...