Yang Yong-eun - Personal Life

Personal Life

Yang was born in the island province of Jeju-do. He is the fourth of eight children. He started to play golf at the age of 19 while picking golf balls part time and later working as a golf instructor at Jeju's Ora Country Club. Although he now has teaching coaches, Yang is a self-taught golfer. His brother recommended he try hitting balls at a local driving range. Yang learned by watching the movements of players who visited his golf club. Trying to get a 'proper job', Yang fell down a flight of stairs and tore his ACL while he was learning to use an excavator for a construction company. After recovering from his knee injury, he began mandatory service in the South Korean military at the age of 21.

On conclusion of his service, he moved to New Zealand, where he pursued a professional career in golf. He turned semi-pro on 21 July 1995 and pro on 22 August 1996. Yang is married to Young-Joo Park and has three sons. He is an active owner of an indoor golf range in the Koreatown section of Dallas. He currently resides in Southlake, Texas, near fellow South Korean PGA player K. J. Choi.

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