Long before the fairways were cut into these hills, locals spoke of shadows that moved where no man walked. A family of Bigfoot was said to roam these ridges, giant figures keeping to the tree-line, their presence marked only by heavy footfalls, broken branches, and the low call that rolled across the valley at dusk.

When the land was cleared for play, the stories didn’t disappear. Golfers still tell of strange echoes from the hills, silhouettes crossing ridge lines, and the feeling of being watched as they line up a shot. The family remains unseen, but never absent.

It’s this legend that gave the course its name—Bigfoot Park Golf—a place where the game is played against a backdrop of mystery. Every round carries the chance of an encounter, every swing set to the soundtrack of a story older than the course itself.
Step onto the tee, and listen closely, the hills are alive with more than just the game.