I took up golf 16 years ago when I was between jobs and was given a gold card by the council.
As is usual with me it sparked off my obsessive compulsive disorder and I used to spend 4 hours on the range followed by 18 holes. This happened nearly every day (apart from Thursdays
) for about 9 months and, when I could afford it, I would have a lesson to iron out any imperfections. There were days when I would go home and my hands were bleeding fromburst blisters :?
I bought a set of second hand Mizuno TP 11 bladed clubs (none of this cavity backed rubbish for me) and I still play with the same set now.
By the time I got a job I was playing off 4 and could hit the green on par 4's up to about 350 yards. The downside was that despite getting a really good tan it was limited to my arms and neck apart from my left hand which was lily white from wearing the glove, plus my right hand developed really hard callouses which wasn't good for my single status 'sex' life :shock:
Sadly I don't get much time to play now (tomorrow is only the second time this year) but Foggy is absolutely right - spend any money on lessons and practice until it hurts