I WAS KIND OF PUSHED INTO GOLF . . . MY RULE IS, DASH HAS TO ASK ME TO GO TO THE RANGE.

Golf Digest (South Africa) - - Family Day -

Dash was a year old when he learned to walk, and that’s right about the time he got his first plas­tic golf club. He’d storm around swing­ing it one-handed. Six months later he be­gan grip­ping the club with two hands, but apart, like he was hold­ing a hockey stick. I fig­ured it was cor­rect enough that his right hand was on the bot­tom and just let him have at it. Be­fore he turned 2, my friends at Tay­lorMade sent a cut-down JetSpeed driver. In th­ese pho­to­graphs Dash has his new M1 driver. Amaz­ing.

I was kind of pushed into golf as a kid, so I vowed never to do that with my son. My rule is, Dash has to ask me to go to the range. Our fam­ily trav­els to most tour­na­ments in our RV, and our “home” is al­most al­ways parked on or near a golf course. So the game is very present in his world. Dash will grab his driver and say, “Hit balls, hit balls.” He re­ally likes it, and watch­ing his face light up when he con­nects with one brings me great joy.

My coach and cad­die, Colin Swat­ton, took me from a 12-year-old to where I am to­day. If Dash ever de­cides to pur­sue golf se­ri­ously, I’ll put Col in charge. I’d be too tech­ni­cal a teacher for a ju­nior. For now, I just do my best to make it fun. If that ever stops be­ing enough and Dash wants to play golf to win, that de­sire will have to come from within. Not from me.

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