Sequence
A slot is earned in public, on the counter
We do not warm you up in secret and then reveal a shopping list. The berths fill in an order you can watch. If a club fails, it fails where you can see the miss.
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Empty the bag onto Plume maple
Every head on the wood. No pockets left zipped. A 60-degree hiding in a side pouch is still a claimant, and it still crowds slot thirteen.
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Name the last five loops
Not “what I should have hit.” What left the bag at Ocean View, Lambert’s Point, or whatever municipal you actually walk. Memory is leaky; we write it down anyway, then distrust the clubs you cannot remember using.
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Harbor briefing
Celia or Merritt reads the river. Morning fog, afternoon gust, humidity that fattens spin. The briefing is short and local. We do not quote a desert launch window.
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Duel the contested long berth
If a 3-iron, a 7-wood, and a driving iron all want slot three, they hit the same corridor into a fan. Pretty swings lose to repeatable windows. One tag stays on the board.
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Count hybrids against woods
A 4-hybrid that flies like the 5-wood is not a second voice. It is an echo. Echoes do not get berths. See hybrid count.
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Wedge census
We would rather you have honest gaps in wet Bermuda than a fourth wedge you never pull inside 60 steps. How we count them.
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Putter is one name
The spare mallet is a superstition. Slot fourteen is a single berth. Why we are rude about this.
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Ink the ticket
Fourteen names, a cut list, and a sentence about the river. You tape it in the bag. If you sneak a fifteenth, that is your secret, not ours.
How long the sequence runs
An audit stops after the flags. A full draft burns a morning. Saturday’s short watch is for audits and gift tickets, not for a fourteen-name war.
What you take home
Paper ticket, brass-stamped copy if you want one on the wall, and an email from bag@bagbuild.website with the cut list. No app. No login.