A mountain golf course on the brink. A developer circling in flamingo print. And a plan that’s almost certain to end in disaster. Bluecut Rills Golf Club is not a serious place. The fairways are more clover than grass, the beer is cheaper than the range balls, and the staff is just coherent enough to make it playable. It’s been a refuge for the locals, the unranked, and anyone who thinks a dress code is a suggestion. Fred Falloon has other ideas. A developer with a high-end grudge and a fondness for luxury, he wants to pave over Bluecut Rills and build a silent, premium resort for the elite. Knut Wicksell, a scrambler who believes a tailwind can fix any problem, and his brother Arnie aren't going down without a fight. One deals in spreadsheets, the other in blind optimism, but neither is prepared for the heavy machinery heading their way. With limited resources and a questionable strategy, the Wicksell brothers are about to find out how much fight is left in a place that’s running on fumes. Bluecut Rills is perfect for fans of Caddyshack , with a dash of Tin Cup and a little less respect for decorum. Collared shirt not required.