It was the 2nd Day of my club’s Member-Member tournament. My partner and I had started the day several shots behind the leaders but had made up some ground on the front nine but feeling we’d need an exception back nine to have a chance to place. Montaup's 12th was playing long at 185 yds and into about 12-15 mph wind. I selected my 6 iron and proceeded to hit one of the purest irons I’ve ever struck. The ball pierced the wind nicely as it tracked the pin, landing on the front third of the green. My Titleist #1 rolled out 20 feet to the hole then appeared to disappeared. I say “appeared” because given the eyesight of my foursome no one in the group was certain whether the ball had gone in, had rolled through the green or was hiding behind the flagstick. As we drove to the next tee I kept watch on the green expecting the ball to magically appear behind the flagstick as we approached given I had been disappointed in this manner several times throughout the years. As I stepped out of my cart and walked to the hole, my belief the ball would be in the cup grew with each step, but only after staring into the abyss and seeing my ball at the bottom of the cup did it hit me. After 30 years golfing I’d finally gotten my 1st hole in one! A few commemorative photos were taken and congratulations given and then it was onto the next hole which I almost eagled on adrenaline alone. I was amazed how fast the news spread throughout the course as I started receiving texts messages before I finished my round. We were leaders in the clubhouse for a glorious hour or so, before I eventually watched our names begin to dropping down the leaderboard. While the club championship would elude us this year, I’ll never forget the majesty of my white Pro V1 in flight against a perfect blue sky tracking to the flag on #12.