Playing in a pickup foursome with my oldest son and two Chinese tourists in Burnaby, B.C., I shanked a shot on the finishing par 3 which bounced off a pond-side boulder onto the green and dribbled in.
I was embarassed, my son was outraged(5 skins worth), and the two Chinese guys went nuts - wanted to take pictures, etc.
Golf is ...golf. ;^)
Mine was 135 yard 9 iron. You know the old saying like hitting a soap-bubble? It seemed like that ball sunk three inches into the clubhead. I've never felt a better hit.
The green had three levels. It rose to a ridge then fell away and then rose again. The ball landed on the first ridge and rolled over, out of sight. I knew it was going to be close since the ball always breaks towards where the flag was. Still, it was wonderful once I could see the flag and there was nothing there. I knew then that it was in the cup.
My friends hole-in-one was right into the sun. I lost the ball right of the pin and it was fading towards the flag. I knew he had enough stick and thought it would be very close. I found a pitch mark just short and to the right of the flag. I knew it was in. My friend, not being familiar with the course, was sure he'd hit it over the green until I told him to look in the cup.