In the summers of 1980-1982, I would caddy for guys at Brookside Country Club in Woodinville. I had a few friends that lived along the 6th fairway. I was 11 years old. It was mainly for the older guys to say they had a caddy lug their bags around. If one of the older guys had a caddy and one of them didn’t, the guy who didn’t have one would get one.
The money I made was promptly spent on video games and baseball cards. Great times. Now Brookside Country Club was turned into a Street of Dreams back in 1984-1985ish.
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I was a fore caddy for the Washington State Open at Olympia Country and Golf Club and annually at the Lakefair tournament as well as a regular caddy
When I was in my mid teens and periodically going out to grandma's farm in Sequim, I would help out my uncle. He was the head groundskeeper for the Dungeness Course. I remember bitterly cold and foggy mornings and getting out there helping where I could. Good memories.
Does golf gambling count as working? If you win you're getting paid…
If so, YES
I volunteered as a ranger at my local course just two summers ago. Four hours every Sunday morning. I was paid with unlimited, free golf and cart use and a 25% discount in the pro shop and cafe.
I performed an actual ranger function maybe twice, telling douche bag millennials to turn their fucking music down. Spent most of my time picking up lost balls and giving them to people.
I didn't go back to it after that season. Thought I'd enjoy it but I didn't. As a matter of fact it killed my urge to play golf for a while. So many fuck bags out there.
My first job was washing carts at Newaukum Valley in Chehalis as a high schooler. I also worked a couple stints at Riverside in Chehalis in my 20s and early 30s. I kept working weekends at Riverside after I got a real job, and did course setup on weekends at Newaukum for free golf like 6-7 years ago. I would still work part time at a course for free golf if I didn’t have kids, but I don’t even have time to play anymore. I’ve done pretty much every job you can do at a golf course.
Every time I step on a golf course is like manual labor.