I am starting to really get it. First working on the pivot from the ground up. Now correcting a deceptively faulty right forearm flying wedge.
For the past 2 days indoors, I worked on not cocking my right wrist. That's correct, the right wrist had been cocking all this time, but had gone unnoticed because the right wrist was cocking only perhaps 1/8th of an inch or less. The culprit was probably the left wrist cock dragging my poor old right wrist along.
With the right wrist only bending back, there is a lot less tension in my right wrist. I mistakenly interpreted that tense feeling as lag. Some wise guy said something simple, yet profound about an unstressed right wrist. Now I get it.
My takeaway procedure feels a bit awkward, but feels on plane at the same time . My right elbow which is now a bit farther from my side, also goes a bit upward first before I do the right forearm pickup. Wider, but still onplane I think.
Results are excellent. I hit both my driver and irons great today. Best ever I think. I noticed a freakishly wonderful thing. The correct right forearm flying wedge, without a wrist cock, has radar built in that homes in on the plane line like a cruise missile. Pladar. That ever so slight right wrist cock acts as chaff to pladar. All this time, my right wrist was trying to snap away from a cocked condition, but it always snapped to an uncocked condition. My right forearm and hands were always too high, way off target. I wonder if HK had observations on the biology of the right forearm flying wedge, not only the physics and mechanics. I wasn't aiming my wedge at anything in particular. It had a mind of its own. I may be possessed.
For the past 2 days indoors, I worked on not cocking my right wrist. That's correct, the right wrist had been cocking all this time, but had gone unnoticed because the right wrist was cocking only perhaps 1/8th of an inch or less. The culprit was probably the left wrist cock dragging my poor old right wrist along.
With the right wrist only bending back, there is a lot less tension in my right wrist. I mistakenly interpreted that tense feeling as lag. Some wise guy said something simple, yet profound about an unstressed right wrist. Now I get it.
My takeaway procedure feels a bit awkward, but feels on plane at the same time . My right elbow which is now a bit farther from my side, also goes a bit upward first before I do the right forearm pickup. Wider, but still onplane I think.
Results are excellent. I hit both my driver and irons great today. Best ever I think. I noticed a freakishly wonderful thing. The correct right forearm flying wedge, without a wrist cock, has radar built in that homes in on the plane line like a cruise missile. Pladar. That ever so slight right wrist cock acts as chaff to pladar. All this time, my right wrist was trying to snap away from a cocked condition, but it always snapped to an uncocked condition. My right forearm and hands were always too high, way off target. I wonder if HK had observations on the biology of the right forearm flying wedge, not only the physics and mechanics. I wasn't aiming my wedge at anything in particular. It had a mind of its own. I may be possessed.
