Three wins at the Saint Jude Memphis Classic should be remembered, few do. Not tall but firm, he found greens and fairways in regulation; a two-toothed old woman, in a mu-mu dress, pulled out of the gallery would have putted better than he. A voice, damaged from years of smoking, never complained.
Once quoted on his thoughts of the USGA's decision on knee high rough in the U.S. Open, he said, "They don't flood the outfield for the World Series." Outspoken,yes, concernedno, Dave Hill is his name. As an upstart pro, I watched him on the range for years: sliders, draws, high or low, always on command.
Hill played cards with the caddies, one brought him beer on the course, unfortunitly the part I learned the best.