Why mere mortals (amateur golfers) insist on emasculation at the hands of difficult golf courses is a mystery. The insanity of electing the too-far-back tees on the world's toughest tests cannot be explained by testosterone levels alone. Do we look to Freud-Jung-Skinner or Nietzsche-Camus-DesCartes for the answer? I suspect the answer for why "iffy" golfers subjugate themselves to courses such as the Ocean Course at Kiawah may more likely be gleaned from the collective likes of the Marquis de Sade, Arnold Palmer, Shivas Irons, and Pat Conroy.
Golfers are willing to test themselves against the best and hardest courses because, other than a hefty greens fee, a few lost balls, and mental anguish, there is no physical pain. We can all endure these things if it means time away from the office. Golfers love to walk the same venues as the greats, those they could never expect to beat, but with whom they can in some strange way share the non-physical pain of the game - in a way they never could with Michael Phelps or Michael Jordan. Being on the same football field and trying to tackle Jim Brown (showing my age, aren't I) just would not be fun.
Golfers love the mysticism of the game, and nothing seems to bring them closer to Golf in the Kingdom than a seaside, wind-swept, sandy beating delivered by Kiawah, Bandan Dunes, and the links courses of Ireland and Scotland. Golfers also love the local perks of golf - and the great authors' South Carolina low country and nearby Charleston do not disappoint.
So, if it is a special golf experience you seek, go for it. The Ocean Course at Kiawah has the whole package. But be careful, the cost of virility (including $3.00 apiece oysters) can be high.