Funny thing, but true.
When I was a single digit handicap, I played in men's leagues, tournaments etc. I was so intense one teammate told me I had white knuckles gripping the club. I didn't often win because I rarely played to my handicap during competitions.
When I moved to Spokane, I joined the Men's club at Indian Canyon, eventually spending a season as club president. I started enjoying a few beers while I played. My handicap rose to a 15, or so, and I started placing in the money of all the tournaments. Never any really big prizes, but I was able to get a cart every time, payed out of my winnings. Got a set of clubs, some clothes, new shoes...and I was having fun.
I had forgotten that golf is supposed to be fun. Doing well is great, but not at the expense of relaxing and enjoying it. Score doesn't really matter. It is all in that one (or more) good shot that keeps us coming back.
It's not funny.
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My 10 year old was blessed with very good hand/eye coordination from a very young age. He was playing at age 5. When/If he ever decides to practice, at all, especially his short game, I'm toast. I won't get withing 10 shots of him in an 18 hole round. He hardly ever misses a full swing shot and they all go straight. Now that he's filling out a little bit in size, his shots are starting to also go a bit farther also.
His 2 older brothers have little to no interest in the game that I love and have been playing for more than 25 years.
For me to hit the fairway... I have to face the fairway. Which is exactly WHY I don't play golf.
Rotator Cuff Surgery!! I had a buddy who had a reliable slice. He would aim 40 yards left of the middle of the fairway and hit the middle every hole! He had surgery and was hitting nothing but draws. Damn if he didn't figure out that ball flight to hit the middle of the fairway also!
A few lessons with your local pro would do the trick if you don't want to go under the knife!![]()
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain.
Ha!
Update, my 10 year old and I played 18 yesterday afternoon. He shot 39 on the front nine, first time every breaking 40 and 91 for 18, about 7 shots better than he has ever scored for 18. I'm 50 years old and I've been playing golf for more than 25 years. I think I've broken 40 maybe 5 times for 9 holes, this kid did it before his 11th birthday!
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We're trying to tackle cleaning up our basement. We don't have a garage so even the family room got turned into a storage area when we bought the kayaks. We're hoping we can get rid of enough things and find better storage solutions for enough of the other things that we can build a kayak rack in the unfinished part of the basement. We're off to a decent start, hopefully tomorrow we can clear the narrow walkway where we want to build the rack in. I wish we would have bought a house with a garage...
True!
And, to give you a fancy fact, there are far far more left handed golfers in Canada.
The reason - as we figure it - is many kids there grow up playing hockey, and with a hockey stick there is less direct relationship between which hand you use high or low, but once you start, you're going to use the same hands when you grab as baseball bat, or later in life as a golfer. Go into any golf shop in Canada and you'll be asking yourself "What are all these left handed clubs doing here ???"
Just a little thing we've noticed on the many great trips to the true North strong and free.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain.
I have lots of friends on this board, most of whom are absolutely on the far end of the political spectrum from me. I choose to have love and respect for them anyway because I know that politics is 5% or less of our true values in life. I choose to respect that 5%, but focus on the 95% of values we truly do share.
It's funny how both sides of the spectrum think the other side has moved to be so much more extreme than they'd previously been. Both sides are correct, both sides have gotten more extreme, neither side thinks they have done it, too.
It is bc we all get media we want to hear and nothing else now. Started w/ Repub talk radio in 80s and now embedded w/ both sides. Without changes will only get worse, and that's a problem.
You are right about seeking out the 95%.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
Mark Twain.
Someone said that Caldwell should not share fishing stories in the Nembhard thread, and I have one so I'll share it here.
This is a true story.
Years ago, probably '85 or so. I was fishing the Bitterroot, just north of Hamilton. It was August but before water levels dropped too much. My favorite time to fish, wearing a pair of old tennies with most of the parts cut away for quick water drainage, shorts and a cowboy shirt (for the snap pockets). I could carry flies, tippet floatation and my license with just that. Fishing barbless and catch and release.
Lots of decent sized fish, as I worked my way upstream to where I was parked. I came upon a logjam, near the bank on the west side, with a nice looking pool 12-15 feet across. I was only knee deep and flicked a fly out into that pool, a very short cast.
What came up scared me enough that I jumped straight back out of the water. The roll seemed to take over a second and that fish looked to be 2" across the back. I know, from fishing with my Dad, that sometimes a rogue will make 30" or more. This one had to be at least that big.
It didn't take my fly and I could never get it back up.
That's MY fish story, and really, it's true.
It's not funny.