The other crew members marveled at Vincent's ingenuity in removing an unsightly pile of cedar branches he had pruned. Vincent was lopping and pole sawing a lot these days. In fact, the entire crew was preening and primping the course to perfection in preparation for The Club Cup, the annual tournament, in which valiant champions (a great bunch of swells)vied for the coveted cup. Vincent's hauling vehicle of choice, the Toro Workman, with its large payload capacity, was being repaired. And other hauling vehicles were in use. Vincent spied the unattended range picker cart and commandeered it for the good of The Club. Though its volume capacity was a third of the Toro Workman's, Vincent knew how to weave a "lazy man's load" so that he would have to make only one run to the dump. As the other crew members gathered round Vincent at the 9am break to hear how he, in one trip, hauled the impossible load with the most improbable vehicle without spilling a single twig, Vincent proceeded to tell his wide-eyed listeners the story he entitled, The Way Of The Weave. Vincent claimed that the spirit of Myron McDuff had appeared to him as he was pole sawing the Poison Sumac in the mushroom grove off #15. Myron McDuff was a Yiddish speaking greenskeeper of Scottish descent, who worked at a very prominent New England club in 1903 under the name Myr McDuff to circumvent anti-Semitic barriers prevalent at that time. McDuff imparted centuries old weaving techniques that the Highlanders employed to thatch the roofs of their peat-walled cottages. Vincent swore that he never saw the entity of McDuff again, despite numerous returns to the mushroom grove. However, Vincent maintains that he is a better person as a result of his one and only encounter with Myron McDuff.