If you peek into the boot of my car on any given Saturday, you’ll see the standard set-up: a hefty stand bag loaded with the latest carbon-faced driver, high-MOI irons, and enough technology to launch a satellite.

It is my ‘competition bag’, designed for one thing – optimal performance. It’s built to shave strokes and minimize the damage of a Sunday morning slice.

But tucked right next to it is a slim, slightly weathered, single-strap cloth Sunday bag, inside of which sits a half-set of (albeit modern) thin-topline blades, a rusty old putter, and a driver from the last millennium. This is my ‘fun Bag’, and honestly, it might be the best thing I’ve ever done for my game.

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AI faces. They have soul. When you flush a small bladed 6-iron, the sensation is pure, unfiltered, and deeply nostalgic. My fun bag isn’t about shooting under par; it’s about the sensory experience of the game.

blade; you have to find the center of the face.

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Furthermore, I really feel that the half-set element forces creativity upon you. With only six or seven clubs, you’re forced to hit a “soft” 7-iron or a “hooded” 9-iron to bridge the yardage gaps, which in itself is a skill worth sharpening.

Honestly, after an afternoon of punishing feedback from old steel, your modern, user-friendly cavity backs can make it feel like you’re playing golf on ‘easy mode’ when you put them back in the bag for the monthly medal.

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Robert Rock – a man known for having one of the most aesthetically pleasing swings in the world – is a huge advocate for the fun bag.

In a recent chat with Rob at his teaching studio in the Midlands, he told me that he’ll often grab a little cloth Sunday bag filled with old blades and a persimmon driver to head out for a few holes. He treats it as a mental reset.

If a professional who makes his living on precision sees the value in ditching the tech for a Sunday stroll with a wooden driver, there’s a lesson there for all of us. It’s about reconnecting with the roots of the sport.

rangefinder, no alignment sticks, no three-dozen premium balls – just you, a handful of clubs, and the grass. It’s meditative. It’s a reminder that golf doesn’t have to be a grind; it can be a walk with a purpose.

Dig through your garage. Find those old sticks you couldn’t bear to sell. Throw them in a pencil bag. The next time you have a spare hour on a Tuesday night, leave the competition bag at home. You might find that by playing a “worse” set of clubs, you actually have a much better time.