Club Tucker

Great forgiving golf course. New owners and they seem to be putting great work into it! I laughed when I saw the review that said “challenging” because it’s a completely flat course with switchback fairways so for most of the holes you can have a bad hook/slice and still be playable. That for most golfers like myself find that to be a good thing though😂 It’s definitely a great course though and the best value you can find in Redding for inexpensive but quality golf.

As the sun descended over Anderson, California, casting a golden-pink haze across the parched foothills shrouded in smoke, I found myself once more at Club Tucker, a humble 9-hole course tucked between airport runways and swaying utility lines, where the echoes of laughter and mis-hit drives linger like ghosts among the trees. This is not Pebble Beach. It is not Augusta. It is something else entirely—something more elemental. The fairways, once riddled with dry scars and gopher mounds, now show signs of healing. Grass clings with modest defiance to the California soil, and the greens—yes, the greens—have undergone a quiet resurrection. They used to be borderline war crimes—patchy, lumpy, like putting on a thrift store bath mat. Now? They've grown up a little. Not Augusta-fast, but consistent. You can actually read a line without consulting a shaman or flipping a coin. It’s like watching an old friend quit cigarettes—still rough around the edges, but something's changed. You can see that there's hope. The layout of Club Tucker is unassuming yet beguiling. Open and forgiving fairways sneak around towering creaking oaks. Each hole asks not for perfection, but for presence—for an awareness of the wind, the slant of the sun, the way shadows creep across the fairway like time itself. It is not long, and it is not punishing. It is, instead, honest. At sunset, Tucker becomes a theater of solitude. The light fractures across the pond at hole five, turning algae into stained glass. Crows caw above. Somewhere in the distance, a child laughs, a dog barks, and the world continues, indifferent and beautiful. You stand over your ball, not to conquer, but to commune—to ask a question of the land and hear its quiet reply. Club Tucker isn’t fancy. It doesn’t apologize. It doesn’t need to. It’s real. The layout is clever without being cruel, the turf is returning from the brink, and the greens? The greens are whispering a comeback story. There is something deeply human in this place called Club Tucker. It was once flawed. But through sheer perseverance, it is improving. And I think it will persist. And in that, perhaps, it is perfection. Five stars

Yummy burger meat, just needed seasoning. Salt shaker on table rained salt out of the holes, so be mindful when seasoning your own food.