The Discovery

In 1990 Scotty Robertson stumbled onto a new way of gripping a golf club. At the time of his discovery he carried a 50 plus handicap scoring over 130 in an average round. Plagued with an uncontrollable slice his driving distance was well under 200 yards for over twenty years. Then one remarkable day in 1990 things would change forever.

On what Robertson calls a cow pasture driving range outside of Cleveland, Ohio he was hitting balls with his son Shawn eleven at the time. The two were going through the gruel of hitting ball after ball in every unknown direction. Then with only two balls left, Scotty reached for his driver grabbing it with his left hand. His hand was over the grip somewhat like using today's long putters. He waggled the club for a moment, formed a grip joining his right hand, strutted up to one of the balls which was lying on the ground and pulled a pre-Happy Gilmore. The ball flew straight as an arrow in a rising fashion beyond the 300 yard marker. He then duplicated the shot, only now with a slight draw on the ball.

Such a find warranted diligence. Robertson spent countless hours honing in his new swing. Within three months he butchered off over fifty strokes and his driving average climbed to over 320 yards. Within the first two years he shot a 63 on a 7,100 yard course. Not bad for a hack.

This discovery produces such radical improvement it's hard to believe. That alone has made Robertson’s journey a long and hard one. Skepticism, peer pressure and towering traditional powers have kept this Dick Fosbury of Golf in an almost ‘hidden state of sport.