Longshanks was on his way to a single digit handicap in the summer of 2020 when the shanks first hit. He had been hitting the ball very well, consistently driving over 240 and getting straighter all the time. It all came apart on the 8th hole of the local goat track, a par 3 over a large pond, playing around 135. He yanked it a bit left but was hole-high and just needed a short pitch to be near the cup. Three shanks later, he was left bewildered, frustrated, and embarrassed.
Longshanks got passed it somehow that time, but it has come screaming back about every six months. Each time, another barely understood “cause” was diagnosed with an equally fuzzy “fix”, plucked from the dizzying array of so-called swing wisdom, but the shank is always back there somewhere, lurking.
Hence, Golf Shank Hell was born. This site aspires to be the home for all information, analysis, diagnosis, and discussion of fixing your golf shank.