Hot august day, I decided to get a round in with a buddy at around 5. It started to get dark around 7 as we got onto the back 9. After a long par five a short little par three was appealing to the eye. One problem, it was dark out now. Dark enough to where you can't see the ball after you hit it. So I step up with my pitching wedge, choke up a little and just swung. I knew the shot was good by the way I had struck the ball. Since I couldn't find the ball in the darkness from the sky, I looked at the green. I see the ball land about 7 feet from the hole and bend down to pick up my tee. I keep my eye on the ball to see where it ends up. It takes a little hop and starts to roll towards the hole. My heart pounded as the ball inched closer. It rang around the flag stick and dropped to the bottom of the cup. I sprinted to the pin and pulled my ball out. Scratch that one off the bucket list.