The Badger
Bob brought him home from Tomah. Ace this hole and your next game is on the house.
EST. 1974 · HWY 42, EPHRAIM, WISCONSIN
Your round starts at the shed window on Highway 42: six bucks, pick a putter, and there’s a poem waiting at every tee. Same family keeping score for three generations. Open 10 to 10, every day, May through October.
PAR 42 · COURSE RECORD 31 · ACE NO. 3 OR NO. 6 AND THE NEXT GAME’S FREE
Hand-built holes that haven’t needed improving in fifty years. Read the poem before you swing; it’s free advice.
Bob brought him home from Tomah. Ace this hole and your next game is on the house.
Handicap 1. About one ace per hundred tournament rounds. Somebody has to be that one.
Two ways through, and only one gives you a shot at the ace. The deer knows which. He’s not telling. Drop it and the next game’s free.
Half of all tournament rounds ace it. The other half never quite forgive themselves.
Play all 18 with Chris, on video
House traditions, all still running: guess the candy jar at the window, night golf under the bulbs until 10 (or until the last group finishes), and paper scorecards the old way, free at the window.
Every first Saturday of August since 2002, the best putters in the Midwest meet in Ephraim: three rounds, a $2,000 purse, and one red jacket.
The Red Putter opened on Water Street in 1974. Bob Yttri’s family took it over in the early nineties, and Bob, in his bowler hat and red polo, turned a mini golf course into a Door County institution. He started the Pro Tournament in 2002 and knew every regular by name. They weren’t customers; they were friends.
Today his daughter Tracy and her husband Chris run the course, and their son Bobby, who once needed a step stool to see over the counter, is behind the window himself. When there’s a decision to make, the family still asks one question: would Bob do this?
“This is my childhood, my adult kids’ childhood and now my grandchildren!”a regular, in the comments
Stills from the Red Putter’s Instagram; tap one to see the real thing.
Prints, hats, and passes, straight from the window. Everything ships from Ephraim.