So lemme tell you ’bout my rounds at Texas Star Golf lately. Decided to finally test all this hype myself, ya know? Woke up real early last summer, figured I’d beat the heat. Big mistake.
First Try: Summer Morning Meltdown
Rolled up at 7 AM sharp thinking I was clever. Paid my fee, strapped the bag on the cart. Sun wasn’t even fully up yet but that humidity? Man, already felt like walking through soup. By the 3rd hole, sweat was dripping into my eyes so bad I missed a two-foot putt. Lost three balls before the turn just ’cause the damn grass swallowed ’em whole – course was thick as a jungle from all that Texas rain. Quit at hole 12 when my glove slid right off my hand like a wet fish. Drove home crankier than a bobcat in a trap.
Giving Fall a Shot
Tried again late October. Packed a light jacket just in case. Whole different ball game! Air felt crisp, sun actually felt nice instead of like a punishment. Walked the entire 18 holes without feeling like I ran a marathon. Even the greens behaved – putts rolled true instead of bouncing over dried-up patches. Only downside? Course was packed. Waited 20 minutes every dang tee box. Still, finished with my best score there ever. Didn’t wanna strangle anybody either. Bonus.
The Good, The Bad & The Ugly Truth
So after sweating and freezing my way through, here’s the real deal:
Pros:
- Views are killer, especially when them fall leaves turn rusty
- Greens smoother than my grandpa’s whiskey when they’re watered right
- Playing off-peak? You’ll feel like you got the whole place to yourself
Cons:
- Summer golf feels like standing in Satan’s sauna – just don’t
- Some fairways get patchy by August, look like mangy coyotes
- Weekends? Pack your patience and extra snacks. Wait times drag.
Best time to play? Hands down early October through November. Mornings got that nice chill, afternoons hit that sweet 70s spot. Forget May-June – rainy season means mud-caked shoes and plugged lies. And July-August? Only masochists need apply. Honestly felt like I needed a shower after nine holes last July, and not the relaxing kind. Learned my lesson: Texas Star shines best when the air smells like pumpkin spice, not burnt grass.
