I had my first lesson with the head pro from the local golf club. the lesson was at the local range off the mats. He once again checked my grip explained the different grips, I settled on a baseball grip as the most comfortable. He explained about posture and standing correctly from the ball. He again put a club down for alignment and then watched me swing.
After 5-6 balls he asked me to hinge my wrists at the top of the back swing. He spent some time explaining the hinging and the pendulum effect releasing the hinge would make. guiding the club in my hands to let me feel the hinge and release.
There followed quite a few miss fires before I finally connected with one and it flew....
No I mean it really flew!
My distance with a 6 iron was normally 100 yards, with this hinge effect it was suddenly 140 yards, a massive difference. I was well chuffed.
Next the pro talked about turning my shoulders and getting into a good back swing position which he again demonstrated by moving me and the club so I could feel what he wanted me to do.
By the end of this lesson my ball flight had changed fundamentally, no longer a pull hook, now it was a fade/slice. But I did not know the difference and was well happy because I was hitting it much, much further.
I paid my money over at the end well satisfied and asked for another lesson in a few weeks to give me time to practice.
And practice I did, ball after ball, day after day, thins, duff, miss hits, occasional solid contacts slicing away right, more miss hits, fats, skies everything possible. But this was all good to me, I was practicing! getting better, training my mussels to swing, it had to be done and I did it.
I guess this was around the time of the masters and watching that on TV just reinforced my desire for the game and I started to know that I had found something that would be with me for a long, long time.
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