Meet the Founders

The Marine Behind the Mayhem

⚠️ This ain’t a polished LinkedIn puff piece. No fluff. No titles. Just the story of how a Marine went from barracks checks to blowing up the golf world, one gritty idea at a time.

I signed up for the Marine Corps when I was 17, pen on paper, parents’ reluctant permission, full send. I spent over a year in the DEP, for those that don't know what that is: "Delayed Entry Program," which lets you commit ahead of time while giving you up to a year to finish high school, get your affairs in order, and prep for boot camp. Anyway, while my friends were figuring out colleges and jobs, I already had a date with the yellow footprints.

I graduated from West Aurora High School in 2008, got a handshake, a diploma, and two months of freedom before I shipped out to bootcamp. The clock had been ticking for over a year, and when the day came, I was gone.

Originally, I had Intel locked in. Scored high enough on the ASVAB and that was the plan. When you enlist, they tell you you’ve got options, not guarantees, just a wishlist dressed up like a contract. My first choice was gone. Probably handed off to someone else or never real in the first place. The recruiter hit me with, “Intel’s off the table. But hey, Military Police is still open.”

I said, “Fuck it. Toss in a sign-on bonus and I’m in.”

So I became a 5811 Military Police. Not the original plan, but it’s what I got. At the time, being a cop after the Corps felt like the natural next step. That didn’t happen. But I’ll get to that.

I started out at MCAS New River. “Pardon our noise, it’s the sound of freedom.” Garrison MP life. Patrols, barracks calls, drunk Marines doing dumb shit, and more domestic disputes than you'd believe. Near the end of that, the base merged with Camp Lejeune. Same job, more chaos.

After that, I PCSed to Okinawa, and that’s when it got fun. The curfew sucked, but we found ways to make it worth it. We did a lot of cool shit, both in uniform and out of it. Range time, field ops, days spent learning in bleachers that felt like they’d never end, and nights trying to squeeze in some freedom before lights out. Okinawa had its limits, but it also had some of the best memories, especially with my Firebirds. CAW CAW.

I wrapped up at MCRD San Diego, back where it all began. But this time, I wasn’t standing on the yellow footprints, I was patrolling past them, watching a new wave of terrified kids get turned into warfighters. Full fucking circle.

I thought about staying in...really did. But the fire started burning in a different direction. The mission blurred, the politics crept in, and I felt myself becoming someone I didn’t want to be. I miss the people every damn day. The job? Not enough to stay.

I used the GI Bill and picked up a degree in Marketing and Management from a school that wanted my VA benefits more than my potential, but it got the job done.

Landed at a massive veteran-owned apparel company. If you know me, you know the one.

It was the kind of place that gave a lot of vets a shot and showed me what was possible. I eventually became the go-to guy for a survival gear subscription box under the same roof. We ran it hard until the brand got acquired and eventually shut down. My role shifted into helping other businesses build their own branding and merch. Honestly, it was a win-win. I stayed in the mix and started learning everything behind the scenes.

But at some point, it couldn’t just be about building for other people. I wanted to create something of my own. Something I could pass on. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon. Far from it. My parents immigrated here with nothing, became citizens, and gave me and my siblings a shot at something they never had. The American dream. I’m not being political, I’m just saying they sacrificed everything to give us a better life.

Now I’ve got a daughter of my own, Autumn. And I want her to grow up seeing what hard work looks like. What building something from nothing actually means. Dimple Bomb is for her too.

What started as a distraction turned into a full-blown obsession. I wasn’t good, still ain’t, but it grabbed me. The discipline, the chaos, the peace between swings. But the gear, the brands, the culture? None of it looked like me. None of it felt like it was made for the people I know.

So I lit the fuse.

Dimple Bomb Golf Co. was built for the untraditional. The ones who play loud, swing wild, and don’t need a country club to feel at home. We're public course people. That’s where the fun is. The characters, the chaos, the ones who bring the their own beers, the crew, and the personality without wrecking the game for everyone else.

We're not out here encouraging bad behavior. We're out here making golf feel human again. Real, a little gritty, a little rowdy, but always respectful to the game and the people playing it.

You don’t need a perfect swing or polished etiquette. You just need to show up, play your game, respect the space, and maybe hit one pure while laughing your ass off with your crew.

Now I do it all. Design, marketing, late-night brainstorms, early morning hustle. Every soon-to-be order that goes out will be touched by my hands.

The mission
To build something real. Something raw. Something that doesn’t pander or play dress-up.
A golf brand that feels like a barracks smoke break, or a long, personal firewatch conversation, or that one deep talk at your buddy’s place, around a glass table, a few beers in, while the mosquitos get drunk with you.

If that sounds like you?
Welcome to the mayhem.

The Other Marine Behind the Mayhem

Hello everyone, my name is Arturo, Arty for short and I am one of the driving forces behind Dimple Bomb Golf Co. My journey began at the tender age of 17(just like my counterpart) when the structured environment of the Marine Corps Reserve, specifically as an Artilleryman (0811), instilled invaluable discipline and adaptability. While initially set on becoming an aviation mechanic to fuel a passion for cars, a color blindness diagnosis presented an unexpected detour. That detour was to pursue a lifelong passion of mine, art, specifically a professional illustrator or animator for a high-end animation studio. Another detour took place just because, well, sh!# happens. Instead of becoming an illustrator or animator, a different path unfolded, one that ultimately led to mastering the art of screen printing. 10+ years have passed, and I now leverage this expertise and passion to craft unique golf apparel.

Years later, as Director of Production for a leading patriotic apparel company, my skills were refined in design (Illustrator), production planning, scheduling, continuous improvement, leadership, and the intricacies of screen printing and embroidery. This background, combined with a lifelong love for golf, ignited the spark for Dimple Bomb Golf Co.

My passion for golf started when I was about 18 or so, having a good Ol time with my brothers and close friends on the golf course. 4-6 men hitting up the golf course with each one of us holding onto 2-3 clubs without a golf back (talk about the wrong stuff). Evolving from casual rounds to a deep appreciation for the game in the last six-plus years. I enjoy the challenge, the camaraderie with friends, the booze and the satisfaction of a well-played shot. That’s the best part btw, watching that ball where you want it to go after several trips to the range, drills, and of course, 9 or 18 holes with the boys.

This dedication fuels Dimple Bomb Golf Co. The goal is to apply this unique blend of military discipline, apparel production expertise, and genuine love for the game to create a golf apparel company that is both unique and high quality, catering to golfers who enjoy some camaraderie with their close friends, or new players but regardless, anyone who enjoys the sport and wants to catch a buzz, smoke a stogie and listen to some beats.