Seven holes in northern Michigan. Not nine, not eighteen. Seven. Mallard Golf Club runs its own math and expects you to figure out the rest. East Jordan sits far enough from the tourist circus that this place stays quiet, stays cheap, and stays walkable. The kind of oddball layout that rewards curiosity over planning. You show up, you walk, you play whatever combination gets you to a full round. No GPS mapping required. No cart staging. Just golf the way someone's uncle probably designed it, before anyone told him courses had to come in standard sizes.
