Tee boxes were wrecked—uneven, under construction, and we had to guess where to hit half the time. Signs pointed everywhere except the right direction. The $15 rider’s fee? Felt like the guy in the clubhouse made it up and pocketed it. And that lake smell? Hits you on every hole like a wet sock. Not sure how Jack Nicklaus signed off on this place—maybe he was blindfolded. Save your money and play somewhere that isn’t held together by duct tape and hope.

Love this place. Gives u a real challenge.

Great course