Kings of The Course
Bucks mission brief
Kings of the Course is built for the crew who turn nine holes into a genuine contest for the throne. The clubs are already lined up before the first drive, a cold beer's handed over at the tee, and the buck rides in his own cart like it's already been decided he's won something, while the rest of the group battles it out on foot for bragging rights. The court reconvenes at a booth with the water in full view, a jug already flowing, a beer poured for the buck and no one else, and a cocktail list nobody outside this table is paying full price for. Dinner is served at a first-rate steakhouse: a full t-bone, sauce chosen like a decree, and one last round poured in the winner's honour. Someone's leaving with a crown, whether he can golf or not.
Game Plan
$199.00 per person, based on 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Kings of the Course is for the group that can't do anything, including golf, without turning it into a competition with a clear winner and several sore losers. Nine holes decide the throne, a booth and a feed decide how the celebration goes, and somebody's walking away crowned by the end of it.
The only argument this group has to win today is about who's actually good at golf, not about which club will let them in the door. The clubs are already sorted and waiting, laid out before the first competitive word is even spoken.
First tee, first drive, and the group's already arguing about whose shot actually counted, while the buck settles into his own cart like the outcome's been decided before a single hole's played. Everyone else marches off on foot, trash-talking their way toward the second.
Two scoring disputes break out before the turn, and neither gets properly settled. Someone declares himself unofficial champion well before the round's finished, based on evidence nobody else agrees exists, and the whole thing turns into a running argument about who actually deserves the crown.
The court reconvenes at their booth, and the jug's already flowing before the scoring debate has even properly ended. The buck works through a beer that's his alone while the self-declared champion from earlier is loudly, and repeatedly, reminded that nobody agreed to that title. Nobody's waiting around for someone to notice them at the bar. The booth's theirs, the water stretches out below like it's part of the view he's been given, and the cocktail list handed round is priced for this table specifically.
The buck's t-bone shows up looking like it was personally decreed rather than simply ordered, sauce chosen without argument for once, and a final drink set down that nobody else at the table is touching. Whatever happened out on the course, tonight he's the one being treated like the actual winner.
Nobody made you talk a golf club into hosting a group this competitive, or work out who's getting from the course to the booth to the steakhouse. You spent the day arguing about who deserved the crown right alongside everyone else, and by the time dinner's done, somebody's already crediting you with running the best day this group's had in years.
Only one of these runs per date, and someone's got to be crowned before the good weekends are gone. Check your date and make the call while it's still yours to make.