Medallions. Redlines.  Channelbacks.   These were the clubs I grew up coveting.  Ben Hogan  irons were the pinnacle of forged goodness.  I grew up in the 1980’s beating balls with vintage blades out into the fields of my grandfather's farm in Pennsylvania.   Now in California I can enjoy the game year round and most of my rounds are 9-hole affairs with a set of forged blades and persimmon woods.    I don’t carry an official handicap but average 38-43 shots per nine.  Many of my r
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