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The 'gallery' took a real long look at me as we walked up together. It was pretty funny. But not to my friend Steve.
My best game happened when my crew was late to show, so I took the time to bounce a ball around my backyard- aiming at various trees to get a feel.
I killed about twenty minutes aiming at tree trunks like they were flagpoles. Really short stuff. What I noticed when we hit the course was that this 'newfound respect' for what the ball could do translated into some nice shots at just about any distance off the grass.
The short stuff taught my brain, which then taught my muscles, just how flighty this ball can be. My only worry was shanking one and taking out a window.
Think of it as sort of a 'chipping' green but what you get out of it is plenty of respect for what this little enginerring marvel can do with so little power. Our brains may be equipped to take a 'sample' and use some ancestral algorithm to direct it to the target. Like chucking a spear at a Mammoth from a goodly distance, while aiming for that spot just behind the shoulder.
"I'm not really golfing, I'm spear chucking."