Perhaps...

There is an ongoing debate about good golfers and other golfers, is it strength/savant or technique?

Rich II suggests that the pros are different people and his evidence is Fred Funk, who has beaten the best, but can't hit the ball very far -- yes, we are talking distance primarily.

Taking the other side of the argument, I would suggest that there are a lot of very slight, non-muscular golfers who can hit the ball a long way.  Also there are the Korean gals on the LPGA, who also modest in size, can move the ball as far as Rich II or myself would dream of.

I admit that Rich II's argument is hard to refute.   Certainly Funk has had access to all the instruction and feedback he could ever want, yet is left with his modest distance.  He has the motivation to do it too, as length increases would have made his career easier.

Now, let us journey to today's round.  As the careful reader with excellent memory would remember, I've been trying to get my hands into the "Sonny preferred" positions.  There has been some modest success, with the driver still being a bit of a hold out.  But today, towards the end of the round, (of course - all revelations are required to manifest at the end of a round), I felt my wrists snapping through the ball.  Clearly it felt as if the energy was being released at a different time than usual.

Perhaps an example is required.  On 17 I cracked a four wood off the deck.  It goes 230...  And straight up the fairway.  This is about 10% better than expectations.  This leaves 120 to a back pin.  The green is bit elevated from the fairway and the prudent golfer might take a bit more club to compensate for the elevation.  But I, perhaps not prudent enough, hit the 120 yard club.  The wrists do their new thing, the ball attains heights rarely seen and it sails over the green and the ball is about 25 yards past the pin -- another 15% increase.

On the 18th, I pull out the driver for about the 4th time in the round.  Looking back, I would have preferred that it was for the 3rd time, but "you can't dwell on the past" as grandma used to say.  I manage to perform this new wrist thing and there is a crack when club meets ball that I've never hear before; higher pitched, stunningly loud, birds veer off, the deer wiggle their ears.  There is a crash as the ball is a bit high and right and catches some of the minor tree branches.  After all of that, the ball ends up in the right rough and pretty long.  I hit two more good shots to get to the green and then drain a 20 footer for my first birdie of the day. 

So have I finally stumbled across some of the "secret" technique?  Or is this what all golfers feel and I've finally stopped being my own way to get there? 

I'm tempted to keep playing, but the course is busy and there will be time post pickleball tomorrow to test these things.