Chickens are fly.

Golf somehow turned "chicken" into an insult. Lay up? Chicken. Hit irons off the tee? Chicken. Don't try to carry the water? Cluck cluck. Relax, Tiger.

Real chickens are elite. They run the yard. They protect the flock. They wake up early for no reason. Zero fear.

Chicken Shank is for golfers with confidence and questionable decision making. Grip it. Rip it. Maybe find it. Maybe don't.

This brand is for the brave. The delusional. The guy aiming directly at the pin after three transfusions and two swing thoughts.

You a chicken? Perfect. Join the flock.