I have a decent backhand these days, but it wasn’t always so.
In the past, I used to throw nothing but forehand shots. Over the years, this old shoulder of mine has had it with forehand and overhand shots. Heck, even just watching someone blast an overhand shot into the stratosphere can make me wince.
Nearly two years ago, I came to the conclusion that not having a backhand throw was not only holding my game back, it was threatening to cause permanent injury. Over that time, I managed to hobble together a decent backhand, which netted more distance and less discomfort, but there was a hefty void with the lack of a forehand shot.
That’s why I set out to develop a consistent anhyzer shot at the start of the summer. Well, that and the fact that I was constantly reminded of my deficiencies by holes No. 8 and No. 9 at my local course.
The problem with these holes is they have mandatory doglegs to the right.
This presented few obstacles for a younger, forehand-throwing André, who could bend it right around those doglegs with a quick flick. OK, maybe not every time. Still, it was with much more frequency than an older, backhand-throwing André has been able to muster. But I digress.
Since transitioning to backhand, anhyzers have become hecklers of the worst kind, jeering at me as I missed mandos, scoffing derisively as my shot faded on me instead of maintaining turn and breaking into that beautiful anhyzer glide I had watched so many others wrap around those leering bends.
I felt powerless against holes No. 8 and No. 9 in spite of my inching progress during the summer. I would become nervous as I approached the tee pads, sweating palms belying my nonchalance as I stepped up. I would preface my shots with deflective self-deprecations. Inside I had begun to lose faith that I would ever find my anhyzer, and hope faded in the same way so many of my failed shots did.
“Would I ever find an anhyzer of my own?” I often wondered. So many others perfectly execute the shot. The mounting evidence of the existence of this shot flew in the face of my own frustrated denials.
But the proof also drove me to keep searching for more pieces to construct my own anhyzer. I was a mad scientist, taking his prototype out, watching it fail catastrophically, only to go back to the ol’ drawing board to tweak a few elements.
I forged ahead, adjusting stance, fiddling with form, and finally getting the proper turnover out of my disc, getting it to resist fade and turn like a good anhyzer should. Still, there was no power behind it. I was still falling well short of my mark.
Frustrations mounted and morale fell for the hundredth time. Hats were flung into the dust and second (equally poor) shots were thrown out of anger before I’d stomp away from the tee, muttering in disgust. I was near the end of my patience and the end of summer. I had failed.
Then it happened.
Something clicked in my head as I reviewed my past struggles, trying to figure out what was missing. I tried everything again, and in that moment, all of the pieces fell into place.
On hole No. 8, I stood agape as my shot cleared the mando, turned right gracefully and dropped to the ground within easy birdie range. I had such minor successes before, so I was reluctant to start hooting and hollering just yet.
I tried it again on hole No. 9.
Once again, it carried farther than it had in prior attempts. I came out the next night, and the night after that, fearing that it had just been a fluke. Surely, I couldn’t have unlocked the secrets of the anhyzer? Then I almost aced hole No. 8. Not once, but twice! In a row, even!
My confidence was bolstered and I felt like my game changed forever. I couldn’t wait to blow my best score out of the water with my new anhyzer. I reveled in the thought of bringing it out on the green during next season’s doubles league.
Then I found out the course would be completely redesigned at the end of the summer. Holes No. 8 and No. 9 would be retired, forever. In fact, they have already been pulled.
In spite of my antagonistic relationship with the two holes, I will remember them fondly for all that they taught me about humility and anhyzers and about success and failure. Most importantly, I’ll remember them for what they taught me about patience and persistence.
I’ll miss those holes.
André Fredrick is an Oregon-based disc golfer writing for RattlingChains.com. E-mail him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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I really wish you had mentioned what the ‘aha’ moment was or at least described how your were able to make you anhyzer work, as I’m working on anny’s myself and would love to read your insight..
I second that.
Alright Andre, great read. Glad you had that moment – what was the secret? My bachhand anhyzers just can’t get any distance. I’m like what you mentioned in your younger years- sidearm/forehand only.
I had a similar moment last week! Put a few pieces together while watching some disc golf videos on line. I had always known the basic idea of angling your wrist at the release, but never really got it. Then I noticed that everyone throwing good anhyzers finished with their thumb turned away from the disc. Made a few adjustments my last round out at Dacey Fields in MA, and bam….I suddenly watched my disc turn perfectly on a long anhyzer, flatted out, and just softly drop the ground. Thought it must have been a fluke. Hit every anhyzer for the rest of the round.
Congrats on the discovery! I’ve been trying to figure out my anny for a good year. Finally figuring it out was one of the most accomplished I’ve felt in a long time.
I am also an Oregon disc golfer and I get around to a lot of courses. I’d like to know which course you were talking about Andre
That would be Orchard Park, Chris. 🙂
@Morgan and Christopher: I’m the instructional editor for RattlingChains, and I plan to write a post in the coming weeks on throwing anhyzers, so stay tuned!
To me, no throw is more satisfying to execute than a good anhyzer as it essentially involves achieving the perfect ying/yang conflict/harmony between the disc’s desire to fade and the amount of spin and angle you use to counter that fade. Fun stuff!
thanks jack. I am really looking forward to that.
I really wanted to be more precise in my “ah-ha” moment. I have asked countless people how/what/when’s about their anhyzer, and there was a lot of different things I took away.
Just like every other throw in the Game, I really think everyone kinda finds their own way of executing. I can only speak to what I know works for me. The biggest breakthroughs for me:
* Mastering the confusing concept of throwing at simultaneous anhyzer and nose-down angles. These seem like such conflicting ideas in my head, but if you can wrap your gourd around it, you’ll see a lot less fade and fewer sky-rockets.
* Getting the release timing down.
* Realizing that learning to throw an anhyzer is a lot like learning to cut your hair by yourself with a single mirror.
* Relying more on a rolling kind of wrist snap than a flicking kind of snap, if that makes any sense.
* Using a much broader sweep in my arm swing.
* Developing more body rotation and a much more pronounced follow-through.
Sorry for not offering these details in the article.
As a result of two strokes, I no longer have the ability to analyze my body kinesthetically, as I throw. I on occasion will ask another person to watch and comment on my throw, but I am envious of your ability to be in so in touch with the range of movements involved in a throw. The best I can do is concentrate on only one facet of the throw, and if it works, keep doing that until there is enough muscle memory to think of another facet. I enjoyed reading your travels from dismay to discovery
I’m not so in tune with my body as that. These are the key things I picked up on over the course of about 2-3 months. It was a matter of isolating them and honing each one individually, then allowing all those smaller moving parts mesh together.
I still have work to do to polish my anhyzer. But, like everything else in the Game, I will never stop learning new ways to do things better. For example, my putting game has undergone multiple transformations this summer, using varied techniques. In the end, I fell back to using my original style for the bulk of my putts, but learned a ton of new shots for various approach scenarios.