Early in 2016 I asked some of my online friends when was the last time they made eagle. I had discovered, to my chagrin, that while I thought it had been a year or two, it actually had been nearly 5 years. Many of my online buddies confessed to similar droughts. At the time I joked that we all had better start taking dead aim.
Shortly thereafter, a golf buddy remarked that I was one of the better wedge players he knew. He said I always seemed to be right in line with the target and usually around the hole. High praise from a very good golfer but also an indication that perhaps he doesn’t know enough good wedge players. My scoring record and handicap index (8.2) clearly tell me that my wedge play, along with the rest of my game, are fairly average. I thanked him for his compliment and just filed it away.
Yesterday I holed a 60-yard wedge shot for eagle on a par 4; it was the third time this year I had performed the feat from 60-120 yards. I also holed out a 155 yard 7-iron. To put this in context, over the past 20 years I have averaged less than 1 eagle a year. This year I have had four (so far!), none involving a putter.
I suspect this is likely a temporary phenomenon and next year I will return to my standard pattern of -0- eagles. Still, it has been fun. Also, there is always the faint hope that I actually have discovered something in my wedge game that suddenly resulted in the surge in eagle production. Or perhaps, after my friend’s compliment, the power of positive thinking pushed me over the top? Time will tell.
Now if I only could get my putter to join in the fun!