driving range

Zacharie has played mini golf. We’ve had plastic sets of clubs and balls to swing wildly in the backyard. But he had never swung a grown up golf club until this weekend when we stepped up to the opening of the driving range at the Shaganappi Point Golf Club.

I got a bucket of 100 balls expecting he would swing 6 times, I would do another 60 or so, and we’d leave the rest at the course with Z complaining about being bored.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. He loved it. He cheered whenever he made contact, and he was constantly leaning over to my stall to grab more balls.

I didn’t really play golf until I was 10. Zacharie’s not even 6 yet, so the driving range will probably be as far as it gets. Like his hockey play, Zacharie is a lefty, and while he had a blast hitting my righties, he was a little uncomfortable.

The driving range was such a success, I stopped at the sporting goods store on the way home – just to see how much clubs for a kid are.

$189 for half a dozen clubs and a bag.

They looked awesome, and it’s not going to happen.

So I will search Kijiji to try and find 1, or 2, or 3 clubs that will be left handed and the right length so he can tag along to the driving range with me 4 or 5 times this summer. I may be an impatient parent, but we’ll take our time with the golfing habit.

The best part? I might just have a couch mate for The Masters next weekend.dadcamp fire

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