Name That Course (Week 2): Can you ID where we are?

July 27, 2012

Think you know your courses? Every Monday-Friday we'll post a new course photo with some clues. Leave your best guess in the comments section below, or on our Facebook page, and then check back the next day to see if you're correct. (For week 1 results, click here.) Good luck!


Courtesy Photo

The pros grumble about my narrow fairways and tiny greens, but they love my neighborhood’s easygoing vibe. Not sure if a relaxing week of golf is what my creators — both now legends in their respective fields — had in mind back in the late 1960s when I opened. But if the wind comes up off the water, my last two holes provide one of the most pressure-packed finishes in the game.

ANSWER: Check back Monday.



I’m the rarest of things: a Tour-caliber muni that’s relatively affordable (less than $200, cheaper for locals). My blue-collar vibe is refreshingly rare in my neighborhood. When I hit middle age in the 1970s, I let myself go. But hey, didn’t we all? I’m back and better than ever.

ANSWER: Harding Park Golf Course


Brian Walers Photography

You'll require the kind of long-range touch that Larry Bird displayed with the Celtics to conquer my 8,100 yards. I'm peppered with volcano bunkers that are so hard to escape, you might prefer an actual volcano. Apart from the PGA National Championship for club professionals, I've yet to be fully tested.

ANSWER: French Lick (Dye)


Steven Gibbons

I'm the third-born at a resort that every golfer should cross off his bucket list. My co-designers are fast becoming the Lennon-McCartney of modern-day architects, authoring one chart-topping hit after another. My siblings get more publicity — but I'm worth playing, too.

ANSWER: Bandon Trails



I’m the Rodney Dangerfield of the Bratwurst Belt, an outstanding faux-links design in the Midwest that gets no respect—or at least not enough, in my view—because my equally brawny sibling that has twice hosted a major gets most of the ink. I don’t boast as many wild hills, bunkers or lake views as my bigger brother, but our diabolical dad did a heck of job raising us both from nothing. My name suggests an homage to the Emerald Isle, but I’m as Midwestern as any self-respecting, cheese-loving Packer backer.

ANSWER: Whistling Straits (Irish)