I was playing in a foursome at Eagle Crest in Central Oregon, about 40 degrees in early February. My buddy Jerry hit first and I watched his ball land and break to the right. I pulled out my trusty 7-iron on the 150-yard par 3 and hit my Titleist exactly where I was aiming. When it landed, one guy said “That’s got a chance” but everyone was quiet as it rolled to the hole and dropped. I was almost too shocked to celebrate, but then we all started jumping around like monkeys!