Whispering Woods Golf Club

Played here for the third time. Each time the conditions are worse. Greens on the back 9 were sandy, burnt, and filled with crabgrass. Front 9 was pretty good. Friendly staff. Good layout. With some watering and some decent maintenance it could be a gem. Overall decent value. The prices locally in Moore County to play 18 with a cart are getting ridiculous.

Front 9 conditions were good. Some patch spots on greens. Tee boxes throughout the course were sparse, hard and dry. Coulda used a hammer to put tee in on some.

Back 9 really needs some attention. A couple of holes were in horrendous shape.

Very friendly staff and on premises restaurant was very good.

Have been playing here for years. Has a decent layout with some challenging holes. This time, the course was in terrible shape from tee to green. Almost unplayable bad. There are not too many courses now for $55, so if you just want a cheap spot to hit it around, it works. If you are looking for a halfway serious round, pay another $25 and play elsewhere.

The back nine were really rough. A lot of unkept grass in the fairways. Greens suffered a lot, bare spots and sand. Carts were well kept. Would be good if there were portable potties around the course.

It is a shame what happened to this course. It is a fun layout, but was in awful shape. I have never played a course in worse shape. A Dog track at best!

Crazy we look to play in souther pines because it should be the honey of golf courses we play all around and always book a course looking at the price thinking of what we gonna get $65 we expected a good course when we got there man what a waste terrible conditions from top to bottom when we made the turn we were told the greens were worst on the back than the front and he didn’t lie Baywood golf course is a $25 course and look so much better, please if you play a course leave a review so what happens to you don’t happen to any body else

If you’ve ever dreamed of playing golf on what engineers call a “brownfield reclamation project” and poets call “an ode to drought,” this course is a pilgrimage site. They’ve achieved something truly radical here: reimagining the game as a hybrid of golf, archaeology, and beachcombing.

Tee boxes: Imagine a sand trap swallowed a lawn and then gave up. The tee boxes are inspirational in their consistency — consistently uneven, consistently flaky, and consistently offering you about three usable inches of vegetation to set your ball on. If you enjoy selecting the flattest patch of crabgrass and pretending it’s a proper stance, you will be moved. Extra points for the creative use of weeds as natural alignment aids.

Fairways: The fairways proudly embrace the “less is more” aesthetic. More sand than Scotland, more weeds than an experimental botanical garden, and about as much grass as a tax audit. Each drive is a thrilling lottery: will you bounce off compacted sand, slide into a secret patch of nettles, or discover the coveted micro-lawn — a postage-stamp of real turf hidden like a Pokémon? The bunkers have unionized and moved into the fairway, so strategy now includes translation of ancient dune maps.

Greens: Greens? The word here is used loosely, as in “green-ish,” or “we’ll get there next season.” These putting surfaces are a patchwork quilt of stubborn weeds, desiccated mud puddles, and depressions that double as emergency potholes. Read the grain? You must first find the grain. Expect putts that curve like plot twists and speed that alternates between “molasses” and “projectile.” Putt once and you might inadvertently donate to local mole populations.

Construction chic: Holes dug up everywhere — an avant-garde tribute to subterranean pipe repair. The course operates on a generous timeline where pipe maintenance is performance art: trenches crisscross the fairways like runways for gophers, and every green is an archaeological site where the crew is half buried in antiquated PVC. This provides delightful hazards and authentic blind shots; if you miss the fairway, you might discover a fresh excavation that turns a bogey into a thrilling excavation-assisted double bogey.

Final verdict: If you came for pristine conditioning and predictable lies, you took a wrong turn at the interstate. But if you crave character, unpredictable terrain, and the chance to tell your grandchildren you once battled trench lines and wildlife to sink a par, this course is a charming, infuriating, unforgettable saga. Bring extra balls, a sense of humor, and archaeologist-level optimism.

If you’ve ever dreamed of playing golf on what engineers call a “brownfield reclamation project” and poets call “an ode to drought,” this course is a pilgrimage site. They’ve achieved something truly radical here: reimagining the game as a hybrid of golf, archaeology, and beachcombing.

Tee boxes: Imagine a sand trap swallowed a lawn and then gave up. The tee boxes are inspirational in their consistency — consistently uneven, consistently flaky, and consistently offering you about three usable inches of vegetation to set your ball on. If you enjoy selecting the flattest patch of crabgrass and pretending it’s a proper stance, you will be moved. Extra points for the creative use of weeds as natural alignment aids.

Fairways: The fairways proudly embrace the “less is more” aesthetic. More sand than Scotland, more weeds than an experimental botanical garden, and about as much grass as a tax audit. Each drive is a thrilling lottery: will you bounce off compacted sand, slide into a secret patch of nettles, or discover the coveted micro-lawn — a postage-stamp of real turf hidden like a Pokémon? The bunkers have unionized and moved into the fairway, so strategy now includes translation of ancient dune maps.

Greens: Greens? The word here is used loosely, as in “green-ish,” or “we’ll get there next season.” These putting surfaces are a patchwork quilt of stubborn weeds, desiccated mud puddles, and depressions that double as emergency potholes. Read the grain? You must first find the grain. Expect putts that curve like plot twists and speed that alternates between “molasses” and “projectile.” Putt once and you might inadvertently donate to local mole populations.

Construction chic: Holes dug up everywhere — an avant-garde tribute to subterranean pipe repair. The course operates on a generous timeline where pipe maintenance is performance art: trenches crisscross the fairways like runways for gophers, and every green is an archaeological site where the crew is half buried in antiquated PVC. This provides delightful hazards and authentic blind shots; if you miss the fairway, you might discover a fresh excavation that turns a bogey into a thrilling excavation-assisted double bogey.

Final verdict: If you came for pristine conditioning and predictable lies, you took a wrong turn at the interstate. But if you crave character, unpredictable terrain, and the chance to tell your grandchildren you once battled trench lines and wildlife to sink a par, this course is a charming, infuriating, unforgettable saga. Bring extra balls, a sense of humor, and archaeologist-level optimism.

I’ll do my best to be fair about my review. The layout is fine. It’s short. Some fun holes. I understand there was a drought, but appears they aren’t spending any money on water and the fairways on many holes were just sand. Greens are burnt up. Looks like they are repairing the irrigation system. Other than the two of us, we only saw a single and a twosome on the golf course all day. 6 cars in the parking lot. Not sure why they let this course fall into such a state, but it could be nice with more care and water.

This course has a fun layout. It needs water. Looks like they are addressing this issue. It’s a fair layout. Greens were sandy and sparse grass on many holes. Nevertheless, for less than $35 it was worth the hour drive.