Hold the mic. Talk the round the way you’d tell it in the bar — the club, the shot, the wind. Chalk listens, writes it down, and hands you the scorecard at the 18th.
You talk. Chalk listens and writes it down. No quips, no coaching, no replies.
One tap to start the round, then hold the button whenever you want to say something. Between shots, Chalk sits quiet in your pocket.
Club, shot shape, lie, result — no forms, no taps, no structured prompts. You describe the shot in your own words.
Voice becomes a scorecard and a transcript. You’ll see stroke counts update, shot notes land on the right hole, and the round build itself while you play.
At the clubhouse, the round is written down in your own language — every club, every note, every hole — and kept for every time you come back.
Loose-leaf pages from the caddy’s notebook — written in their own hand.
It stopped being a phone. I just talked, and by the 18th I had the whole round written down — every club, every up-and-down, the ones I'd normally mis-remember into a par.
No per-shot limits, no “AI credits”, no free-tier handcuffs mid-round. Cancel after a bad day — we’d understand.
The best round I ever played, I forgot almost immediately. Club selections, the wind on 12, the ridiculous par save on 16 — all gone by the clubhouse pint. If I’d carried a notebook and a pencil I’d have had all of it.
Chalk is that notebook, written for you while you play. It doesn’t coach, doesn’t score you, doesn’t push streaks or badges. It doesn’t speak at all. You speak — and a year later, every round you’ve played is still there in your own words.
— Keolu & Arran, Edinburgh