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🔹 Congrats to Comment Contest winner Bob J. for his comment in last week’s Seal Team Fore poll. See his winning comment below - it’s a good one!

Dear readers, many of our stories are about a member behaving badly. This one is not. This one is about a club that caught a crime on camera, and somehow the club found a way to become the villain.

A man we’ll call Max wasn’t just another guest. He was the president of a club we’ll call Windgate, one of several clubs in a wealthy part of the country whose leadership traded reciprocal rounds a few times a year, the kind of standing arrangement where the presidents of a handful of well regarded institutions play as guests at one another’s courses. 

Max knew the etiquette. He knew that at a club like this one, the pro shop staff could size up a stranger at twenty paces, and that “he’s with me” from a member did not always end the conversation. Which is why, after checking in, he did something he’d done hundreds of times before.

He set his bag down for the caddies to take to the first tee and took off his Rolex, zipping it into the small pouch inside his golf bag. Not the main compartment. The zippered one, built for exactly this. It was the kind of decision a person makes a thousand times without thinking, right up until the one time it matters.

Four and a half hours later, it mattered. The watch was gone. The caddie knew nothing. He had carried the bag all day but never once opened that zipper compartment. Of course, this did not prevent him from becoming the prime suspect.

Max did not want to make an accusation. He wanted a camera. Fortunately, this being a club with a reputation to protect, cameras were something they had in abundance.

What the footage showed was not a caddie, and not a fellow member with sticky fingers. It was an unknown man who had simply walked in through the gate, past guards trained to interrogate anyone who looked even faintly out of place, and wandered, unbothered, onto the property. He stood there long enough to watch Max take the watch off, zip it away, and head out to meet with his host. Then, at his leisure, he strolled over, unzipped the pouch, put the Rolex on his own wrist, and walked back out the way he came. Nobody stopped him going in. Nobody stopped him coming out.

For a club that prided itself on knowing exactly who was and was not supposed to be on the property, this was an uncomfortable thing to watch on tape.

So the club did what institutions do when the tape makes them look bad. It stopped asking how the theft happened and started asking how Max could have prevented it. He was told, gently but unmistakably, that he probably should have kept the watch on his person rather than in the bag. Not an apology. Advice.

The footage proved exactly what happened. It also, unfortunately, proved that someone at the club might have to admit responsibility, and Max felt this missed the point. He made his case the way one club president makes it to another, reminding them that he ran a club himself and would have filed the claim without a second thought if the situation were reversed, professional courtesy, one leadership team to another. He was not asking for a favor. He was asking for the ordinary decency his own club would have extended without being asked twice.

The answer was no. Not an angry no, not even an apologetic one. Just a no, delivered with the quiet confidence of an institution that had never once needed to explain itself to anybody, member, guest, or fellow president. A claim meant a deductible, and a deductible meant a number on a piece of paper somebody might have to account for, and that, evidently, mattered more than the embarrassment of telling a peer no.

And there, for years, the story ended. A very expensive watch, gone. A club that had watched the whole thing happen and considered its job done once it had offered a lecture on personal property etiquette.

Then, long enough later that Max had mostly stopped thinking about it, word came that a police auction in Indiana had listed a Rolex matching the serial number on file. Once the paper trail was pulled, it turned out the watch had made a stop years earlier, sold through a pawn shop in Florida by someone who either had no idea what he had, or knew exactly what he had and moved fast before anyone came looking.

In the end, Max got his watch back. It had appreciated considerably in the years it spent passing through the country’s pawn shops and evidence lockers, which we like to think was the work of the Golf Gods who are usually known for vengeful behavior on the course, but occasionally show mercy off it.

The club never did apologize, and never did file that claim. As far as anyone knows, the footage is still on file somewhere, closed out and resolved by way of a stern word about zippered pouches.

And so, dear readers, the next time someone tells you a private club exists to keep the wrong people out, ask them to check the tape.

You are about to putt on #7 at Pebble Beach. You hear screams for help in the ocean behind you. You...

⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Ignore it and bury the putt (7)
🟨⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Turn around and say, "Someone should save that person" (24)
🟨⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Tell your caddie to jump in the ocean and save a life (16)
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Drop your putter, run down the cliffside and risk your life to save another (70)

We always knew our CCC members were heros! Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll and, as always, a special thanks to those who commented.

Congrats to our Comment Contest winner Bob J. who said, “I am a retired Marine. If a Seal can do it I can. The problem is I am 76 and will probably drown also.”

Thank you for your service Bob, and thank you for being a loyal CCC reader. A sleeve of LA GOLF balls will be headed your way!

Don’t forget to catch up on past stories at ccconfidential.vip - and while you’re at it, tell a friend!

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