Bolty, Bob or “Bobby B” was an original DAG who was an elegant dresser and night clubber with a penchant for B&Cs (Bourbon and Coke)  .  

A talented sportsman and a left-handed golfer who won the first overseas tour (nett ) in Bali in 1988.  On that tour, he was a co-conspirator with Fintan to convince Joe he had lost a bet which required him to act as their butler (Jeeves) for the duration of the tour.  This was a set -up because the bet had never occurred.

Bobby had an aversion to the heat, the cold, the wet, the dry and anything in between.  As such it was sometimes speculated that Bob may not be playing because there was too much weather about.

He retains a connection with the Club, in that Lyn (his wife) toured with the DAGS to Vietnam last year where she had a great time and reconnected with the DAGS.

Canadian born, Danny Mac was the larrikin and a legend of the DAGS. Canadian Club was his drink of choice, and he drank plenty of it. One time on an Albany tour the drinking was going so fast in the Clubhouse, the barman left the bottle just like they do in Western movies

It’s pretty special when you can have the coffin and a service on what is now the 13th hole on Wembley Tuart on a weekday while people are playing. That was his funeral with a special tribute from Fintan and Mole smacking a couple of balls down the fairway as Bob Dylan was ringing out in the background.

He almost killed our other Canadian born DAG when as president he gave an emotional speech while paralytic in which he explained  how being a  DAG had saved him from himself because before he joined the DAGS he used to drink and gamble a lot.  Barrie G nearly choked!

Danny Mac was wearing a DAGS shirt on his final journey

Candy Ass was a phrase he used and some members such as Peter M immortalise the phrase when referring to the great man.

See more about Danny here

Gary was a DAG for a relatively short time due to health issues that finally caught up with him. A man with a gentle disposition and healthy thirst, his passion was for motion pictures.  It is rumoured that he was watching some of his favourites when he passed away.

He had a unique but effective swing that was more hockey based than classic golf.  He was the DAGS own Happy Gilmore

Not one for the classics, Gary preferred action films often with female leads such a Vanessa Del Rio or Marilyn Chambers.  Peter M, also a connoisseur of this genre, is another DAG who idolises the great Vanessa.

Probably the most remarkable thing about Gary was his car.  Not a high-performance vehicle, it had what could only be described as idiosyncrasies.  The car did not start when he turned the key , it needed to adjust before starting up.  It was a matter of mystery the night he gave Danny and Joe a lift from Bruce’s house where the bemused passengers assumed that the vehicle had broken down because it didn’t start or kick over when he turned the key.  The driver had every confidence as he just sat there and miraculously after 5 -6 minutes the lights came on, the engine started without any intervention from Gary and away it went!!

Harro was  a laconic left hander who was never stressed. An easy, if unique swing that was effective on occasions was a feature of a golf game that saw his scores fluctuate.

Harro shone on tour with his staying ability.  A lean and wiry fellow, it was a matter of amazement where the copious amounts of alcohol he consumed actually went.

Greg was always an active member on and off the course where his quiet dry sense of humour was a real attribute. Arthritis and other health problems ended Greg’s time with the DAGS .His ability to absorb the amount of alcohol he  did earned  Harro the title of Hollow Legs

Cappy was not the most talented golfer the Club has seen.  In fact, there is a possibility he might rank as the least.

What Cappy lacked in the G of the DAGS; he made up in the D!  He always seemed to be drunk, possibly because he was.  Despite his slurred speech he never fell over.  He sailed close to the wind at times, particularly on a Thailand tour where he was lucky to get out alive.

Never the fittest looking individual, Cappy rarely wore a hat despite the sun and often his face and head were so red it looked like they were about to explode. There were concerns about his health and wellbeing at times. On one occasion on the 8th at Hamersley when he was looking particularly crimson he was asked if he was still taking the blood pressure medication he had been prescribed.  His response, as he took a drag on a Winnie Blue, was to casually explain “nah, I can’t afford it.”

Cappy was wearing a DAGS shirt on his final journey

Catastrophe summed up his golf game where on some holes a 10 was a pretty good outcome for the Capster.

Mole was an accomplished sportsman, whose cricketing prowess was of the highest order before he joined the DAGS.  

He is probably the most accomplished DAG in terms of titles and achievements including a hole-in-one at the very challenging 7th hole at Hamersley and a number of major titles.

Mole was a perennial tourist where he regularly took on a minder like role making sure that people like Tampalini and others got back safely to where they were staying. Another quiet achiever when it came to drinking, there are no instances where Mole was the subject of the “do you remember what you did last night” syndrome.

A Richmond supporter who was widely travelled, Mole had been to many exotic and different locations including Antarctica,, Peru, the Galapagos and Girrawheen.  

In more recent years, Mole had embraced photography with a passion that had seen him win awards for his photos.  He was doing what he loved when he was unexpectedly taken too soon.  

The Blue Wren was his signature photograph featured in his weekly Wrens day         

See more photos of Mole here

Docker was an all-in DAG from the day he joined. His name is on the honour board a few times including as a Club Champion (nett).

Known as the Oracle, Docker was an expert on most things from football to the Koran.  His ability to provide an insight into any subject was nothing less that miraculous.

Another legendary tourist, Al often teamed up with Danny Mac to have all night sessions before turning up for the golf that morning. Like Mole, Docker sometimes took on the role as a minder for some of the less accomplished stayers when necessary. Jupiter’s on the Gold Coast comes to mind when he was seen leading Tampo and another bloke. who he had found on the public phone trying to call his wife (who was in Perth) to come and pick him up, by their hands out of the casino like two monkeys to the waiting Limousine outside.

A man of principle, Docker was unwaveringly loyal to the Fremantle Football Club and a confirmed (rather than gay) bachelor who decided women just couldn’t be trusted. 

Docker was wearing his DAGS shirt on his final journey and had the DAGS flag over his casket.  He wants his ashes to be spread on a golf course.

Al spent a large portion of his life with Don his housemate for many years and his mates at  what was the Nookenburra (the "Nooky", later called the Botanica) Hotel where he held court and gave advice to anyone who wanted it and to some who didn’t.