About Us

I had been playing at golf for few  years, mostly city courses, two or three times a month.  I needed to reward the three top producers in my company, all of whom were much better golfers than I.  So, I booked a three day, three course package.  I had never seen pictures of Pebble Beach Golf Links.  The first six holes are still foggy in my memory, I found the long grass and  over-my-head sand, but I will never forget looking down onto the #7 green.  A flash of vertigo, the green appeared so small with waves, rocks and sand everywhere.   How to hit straight down baffled me!  My shot landed on the second cut, I was dry and pleased with my boggy.   I felt good that I survived #7.  On the blind tee box of #8 I was told to stay left.  I hit a beautiful big slice with my driver,  while all my buddies were safely to the left.  Words fail me...as I approached the edge of the cliff, the green turf seemed to have been sheared off, and a hundred feet or more below, the noise of the waves startled me.  The abyss between my ball and the opposing cliff was immense, the flag: gauzy in morning mist.  The green looked to be 300 yards away (I later figured out that I was about 230 yards out).  Clearly undoable.  I had no club that I trusted to hit far enough, but I looked at where my buddies were lining up their lay up shots.  They were over 100 yards away, in the wrong direction.  So I took out my second hand 19 degree Bobby Jones (my semi-comfort fairway wood) and hit the ball as hard as I could.  I was thrilled that the ball was up and straight, but I lost it in the mist.

I joined the others for the safe scenic tour around the bay.  Positive that I was in the water, I was looking for the drop zone when someone yelled out, "Whose ball is this?"  I was dead center, 16 feet below the pin, straight.  I learned something about myself that day, and I liked it!  We all have that one, greatest shot of our lives.  If I could go back in time, still with all the fear, doubt, and intimidation of that day, but with the putting knowledge I now have, I would go back to #8 and do everything exactly the same, except...write a 3 on my card instead of the 5 I recorded that day!

I have been quite good at many other sports in my life, and came to golf when I was too old to compete at anything else.  I have learned that this sport challenges, and rewards us in ways that no other sport can, and even though I will never be what I might have been, had I started when I was in my prime, I can always be a better golfer than I was yesterday.  That quest led me to the short game and putting.  When I found Quintic Ball Roll I drove one thousand miles for a one hour session.  I learned more about my putting stroke in that one hour than in twenty years of lessons and practice.  Quintic revealed the minute angles of my putter face, shaft, path, launch along with  speed, forward and side spins; all the things I was doing when I putted that are too small for the naked eye to see.  Then, armed with real data, and a couple of drills I rapidly improved.  I one putt more, 3 putt less, and my lags are much more accurate.   It's simply science  - seeing the unseeable minute degrees and angles.  I was so amazed that I trained with Quintic, Putter Manufacturers, and some of the best Tour Putting Coaches.   There really are no bad putters, only players who do not know what isn't working ...or how to fix it.

I have had many more 'greatest shot of my life' since then, most of them on the green.  I can give that to you too!

Dennis Jones