This afternoon was my first shank free day on the driving range, hurray and congratulations. Glad to have finally shaken off those obnoxious shanks, that's for sure. Not that it was getting that bad, but every time I went to the driving range to hit my usual three buckets of balls, I managed to shank several shots. My goal then was to have a shank-free practice session for the first time this year. I was down to one to two shanks, and a couple times it even came down to the very last few balls. The previous time things were going exceptionally well, but the unexpected hosel clunker abruptly ruined my day with just a couple of balls to go. This afternoon however it was a different story. I got more and more nervous as I reached the last few balls. To make matters worse, it was very cold outside. Shivering made me that much more instable and inaccurate, on the verge of shanking at any second. But one for one I swung that mighty swing and completed a shankless afternoon.