About Us

The dew on an early morning putting green, the sounds or the birds, the still of the air, I love it all. My Dad put a golf club in my hands when I was 3 years old. My first job was on a golf course. My earliest childhood memory is when I was 4 years old and I was playing golf with my Grandfather and Father on Edisto Beach. The two of them are responsible for giving me the passion for the game that I now love. I remember hitting buckets of golf balls in the back yard until it became so dark out that I could no longer see. Unfortunately, they have both passed on but my passion is stronger than ever and it is still a way for me to connect and remember them. I am now the proud father of 4 boys and I can’t express how happy it makes me to see that same glimmer in the eyes of my children when I take them out to the golf course and they hit a great shot. I was fortunate, I played hundreds of rounds of golf with my Dad (and Grandfather) and I will cherish those memories forever. I look forward to playing hundreds more with my children and grandchildren.