Caddyshack Socks
Description: No, that guy was Mitch Cumstein. He was caught night putting with the Deans Daughter.
The Mitch Cumstein School of Night Putting - Est. 1980 Socks
by BodinStreet
$14 $20
Description: Danny Noonan works as a caddie at the exclusive Bushwood Country Club in Illinois to earn enough money to go to college. Danny caddies for Ty Webb, a mischievous but avid golfer and the son of one of Bushwood's co-founders. Danny tries to gain favor with Judge Elihu Smails, the country club's arrogant co-founder and director of the caddie scholarship program, by caddying for him. Meanwhile, Carl Spackler, a mentally unstable greenskeeper who lives in the maintenance building, is sent by his Scottish supervisor Sandy McFiddish to hunt a gopher that Judge Smails saw damaging the course. He attempts to kill it with a rifle and high-pressure hose but fails.
Description: Danny Noonan works as a caddie at the upscale Bushwood Country Club in Illinois to earn enough money to go to college. Danny often caddies for Ty Webb, a suave and talented golfer and the son of one of Bushwood's co-founders. Danny decides to gain favor with Judge Elihu Smails, the country club's stodgy co-founder and director of the caddie scholarship program, by caddying for him. Meanwhile, Carl Spackler, a somewhat-unhinged greens-keeper, is entrusted with combating a potentially disastrous gopher infestation. He employs a variety of methods to kill the gopher (e.g. shooting, drowning) without success.
Caddyshack Bushwood Country Club Member Some People Just Don't Belong Socks
by Tee Styley
$14 $20
Description: Gambling may be illegal at Bushwood, but luckily this shirt isn't! Wear this shirt for your next round of golf, or maybe caddy day at the pool!
Bushwood Country Club Classic - Caddyshack T Shirt Socks
by Bosco T. Jones Designs
$14 $20
Description: *Carl:* So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. *Angie:* A looper? *Carl:* A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one -- big hitter, the Lama -- long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something,...
