Easy Golf Swing for Injured Players

Easy Golf Swing for Injured Players

"I'm 66, Hitting Like I Did 40 Years Ago Thanks to THIS Simple Swing!" Body friendly and deadly accurate, this unconventional swing will have you playing the best golf of your life no matter what your age, injury or handicap. Watch the video below to discover how. How to Hit Longer, Straighter Shots with Half the Effort - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I am 66 years old, and am now hitting the straightest, most consistent shots of my life. With half the effort, I am crushing the ball. I hit every fairway, and almost every green the first time out. I even hit the ball 300+ yds. on four holes. I'm truly amazed at my own play. My friends were blown away by my ball striking consistency." - Bob M.

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