The red dashed lines represent how many swipes I took at the ball, only to have it shoot back and roll down into the sand. So much for cheap sand wedges. Hubby said I needed to open the club face. I told him he needed to close his mouth.
I did discover that the 56-degree loft on the club is useful for lobbing balls over trees, which is something not even my 50-degree U wedge could do:
In all fairness, though, I realize I need to work on my bunker technique. Either that, or keep the ball off the beach.
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