Played Gozzer Ranch in Coeur D'Alene, Idaho, the other day, and who drives up but Wayne Gretzky, who's a member. Turns out Gozzer just had their member-guest tourney, and he and his guest won the men's half, while his wife, Janet, and her guest won the women's half.
Uh-oh. That's not going to go over well with the members.
On the other hand, Gozzer Ranch is so indescribably beautiful, it's hard to be grumpy about anything. But beauty is not what makes it unique. What makes it unique is:
No dress code. You can wear jeans and a muscle shirt if you want.
Rock n' roll blaring from loud speakers at the range.
The guy who takes your penny and flattens it into a ball marker on the first tee.
The dilapidated old farm houses along the course which are, in fact, snack shacks full of free and fabulous food -- like root beer floats, ice cream sundae bars, elk sausage, deviled eggs, homemade chocolate, every kind of candy and a drawer full of warm, exotic nuts. Nobody works the shacks. You take what you want, self-service.
Guys who sneak out from the trees and fill your divots with seed so you don't have to. After all, you're so full from the snack shacks, you can't bend over anyway.