So, you’re asking about Treasure Hills Golf Course in Harlingen? Yeah, I actually managed to get out there for a round not too long ago. It’s one of those places you hear about if you’re in the area, so I figured, why not give it a shot.
First thing I did was call ahead, just to see how busy they were. Got a tee time pretty easy, which was a good start. Drove over there, found the place without any trouble. The clubhouse isn’t anything super fancy, you know? Just a straightforward, functional spot to get you checked in and ready to go. Paid my green fee, grabbed a cart – the usual drill.
Headed out to the first tee. The layout, from what I could tell, seemed pretty open. You get a lot of those South Texas courses that give you what looks like wide fairways, but then the wind kicks up, or there’s a sneaky water hazard you didn’t quite see. Classic. I remember thinking, “Okay, let’s see how this goes.” My warm-up was basically the walk from the cart to the tee box, so expectations were, let’s say, managed.
Now, the thing about that particular day, I almost didn’t even make it out. I’d been having a bit of a rough patch, just feeling generally fed up with a bunch of little things piling up. You know how it is. My golf game had been non-existent for months, and honestly, the thought of shanking balls all over Harlingen wasn’t exactly appealing. But my cousin, Sal, he was down visiting. He’s the kind of guy who can talk you into anything, especially if it involves getting out of the house. He basically said, “We’re going. End of story.” So, I dragged my clubs out, probably still had dirt on them from the last disaster round.
And you know what? It ended up being exactly what I needed. The course itself, Treasure Hills, it wasn’t a PGA tour monster, but it was a solid, honest course. Some holes were pretty straightforward, let you feel good about a decent drive. Then others, they’d make you think a bit. I specifically remember a par 3 over some water that definitely ate one of my balls. Maybe two. My memory’s a bit hazy on the exact count, probably for the best.
- The greens were in decent shape. Not perfect, but they rolled pretty true.
- Fairways were what you’d expect for the price and the region. Had some good lies, had some iffy ones.
- Pace of play was actually pretty good that day. We weren’t rushed, and we weren’t waiting around too much either.
The wind, yeah, that was a factor. It always is down there. One minute you think you’ve clubbed perfectly, the next your ball is sailing off towards another county. But that’s just part of the game, right? Adds to the challenge, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I’m searching for my ball in the tall grass.
We didn’t break any course records, Sal and I. Far from it. There were good shots, terrible shots, and a lot of laughs. That’s the main thing I took away from playing Treasure Hills. It wasn’t about conquering the course or shooting my career low. It was just about getting out there, swinging the sticks, and forgetting about whatever else was going on for a few hours. The staff I interacted with were chill, just regular folks doing their job. No pretense, which I appreciate.
So yeah, Treasure Hills. It served its purpose for me that day. It’s a good, accessible place to play a round if you’re in Harlingen. Not gonna blow your mind with pristine conditions or crazy architecture, but it’s a perfectly fine spot to just enjoy the game. I’d probably go back if Sal twists my arm again.
