THIS REVIEW IS FOR GOLF COURSE ONLY!
If you are considering a round here, let me offer the clearest advice you will receive: do not. This is not merely a poorly maintained course; it is a masterclass in mismanagement, where a hostile environment and laughable conditions conspire to ruin your day and waste your money.
The core of the problem is the power hungry manager, Mark. His reputation precedes him, a fact confirmed by veterans at every local golf shop who simply shake their heads and say, “The guy who runs it is a real jerk and runs the course like an evil villain at a Ren faire ” This isn’t gossip; it is the lived experience of anyone who spends time here. I have witnessed him in heated, physical altercations with groundskeepers (whom mark laughably lost that bout and he was in a FATTER weight class) and have been personally subjected to his screaming, red-faced tirades in the parking lot, threatening bans for no reason. He presides over the property with an air of volatile entitlement, often smelling of a cheap margarita, and acting like a 36 year hangover. Creating an atmosphere of tension from the moment you arrive.
This toxic leadership manifests in every facet of the operation. The promised “amenities” consist of a dirty clubhouse that feels more like a neglected shed, featuring a dusty vending machine and a couple, randomly placed $100 Puma shirts. Do not expect basic conveniences like water coolers or on-course restrooms—they simply do not exist.
The neglect is spectacularly evident on the course itself. The fairways are unfairly tight, often forcing you to play from someone else’s hole. The first three holes are a water-lined ball graveyard, so bring extras. Permanent “cart path only” signs on holes like the 5th testify to chronic, unresolved swamps of mud. The yardage markers scattered on the course are notoriously inaccurate, sometimes off by up to 120 yards, making a rangefinder essential equipment. Most tellingly, the greens are a cosmic joke, pockmarked with unrepaired ball marks and craters like the surface of the moon, often with multiple flags broken or missing entirely.
The final, unforgivable insult is the price, which approaches that of well-maintained, professional courses like James E. Stewart. For that same money, you are subjected to a fleet of golf carts that are a genuine safety hazard. My own cart has broken down three times, and I have watched four other groups stranded, forced to either walk back or limp their dying cart to the clubhouse.
In summary, you will overpay for the privilege of navigating a muddy, treacherous layout with lunar greens, using broken equipment, all under the threatening gaze of an unstable bio-polar manager. Who likes the sauce a lil too much. It is a perfect storm of failure. Save your time, your money, and your peace of mind. Go literally anywhere else, but if you want a comparable price with an actual golf experience, go to James E. Stewart. This place is not just bad; it is an anti-golf experience.