Meet The Quackfather — the cigar-smoking rubber duck who runs every course like it’s his personal playground. He’s throwing down cash on closest to the pin, settling scores with rock-paper-scissors, and running skins games like a true hustler.

Always smooth with a stogie in his beak, he’s got a knack for talking trash, draining putts, and — rumor has it —he’s even been spotted sneaking off with the cart girls while the rest of the foursome is still putting out.

He is cool under pressure. Confident, cocky, a little bit lucky and always quick with a bet.

The Quackfather doesn’t just play the game — he runs it.