This course is representative of its (I assume) owner.
I played 9 holes here a few weeks ago, and while it was bad, it wasn’t this bad. That time, I had a pleasant interaction with the yellow-toothed man that I assume owns this landfill. So when a friend came into town from three hours away, I decided to book us a tee time here last Sunday.
Now, onto the reason I will never be back.
We had a 7:40 AM tee time for a twosome—the earliest available that day. When we arrived, I could tell the owner was already in a bad mood. He told us it was cart path only and apologized for the course conditions, stating verbatim:
“The dandelions are bad because of the hot and dry summer we had last season. I know this because I’m a licensed greenskeeper.”
(Whatever that means.)
At this point, I thought maybe the weeds were just bad in the rough and it wouldn’t be too awful on the fairways. Well, I was wrong. As you can see in the video below, it looked like a cotton field as far as the eye could see. I lost an entire box of balls that day. The owner gave us a generous discount of $5 each—so $85 total for two players to hack through this warzone.
But that’s not even the worst part.
There was a group of seniors ahead of us on the front 9 that seemed to grow in size every hole. It started as a foursome, and by the 9th hole, I counted seven of them. Still, not a big deal—it was Sunday and I had no other plans than golf.
What really got me was at the turn. We pulled up to the clubhouse at 9:38 AM—on time—and the owner was chatting with the group of seniors. He turned to us and said:
“Hey guys, these are my members. They’re gonna go ahead and let you play through.”
“Awesome,” I thought. I replied, “Thanks—we just need to use the restroom really quick, and we’ll be back out.”
We went in, used the restroom, and then walked up to the bar to grab a hot dog and a soda. That’s when the owner approached and said:
“I thought you guys were going to the restroom only. What do you want?”
I said, “We decided to grab a soda and a snack before heading back out. Is there a problem?”
He responded:
“Well, you just said you were going to the restroom and didn’t mention anything about a snack. My members are waiting out there—and they’ve had the first tee time every Sunday for the last 10 years.”
Let me be clear, sir: You run a crappy public golf course. I just paid $85 to play here, and you’re complaining about pulling two sodas from a fridge and throwing a cold hot dog on a bun? Get a grip.
To top it off, we played Hickory Woods the day before—a course located less than a mile from Eagle’s Nest—and it was in perfect shape. I guess your great-value “greenskeeper license” didn’t do you much good.
I will never play this course again. And if you’re smart and like to spend your money wisely, I suggest you don’t either.