Quote by JoAnne Carner

I build confidence when I practice a variety of shots - hitting it high or low, working the ball. A lot of golfers go to the range and just hit full shots. That doesn't build on-course confidence, because you won't always hit full shots out there. My confidence is built on knowing I can effectively work the ball in any circumstance.


I build confidence when I practice a variety of shots - hitt

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This quote highlights the importance of practicing a variety of shots in order to build confidence in one's golf game. Merely practicing full shots at the driving range may not adequately prepare golfers for actual on-course situations, where they will encounter different challenges. By practicing different shots, such as hitting the ball high or low and working it in various ways, golfers can gain the confidence to handle any circumstance they may face during a game. This comprehensive practice approach enhances their ability to navigate the course and ultimately boosts their confidence in their golfing skills.

By JoAnne Carner
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