It was a warm afternoon at Drøbak GK. It was near the end of what had been a disappointing round with birdie putts left only centimeters short and a lost ball on the 13th hole to add a 9 to the scorecard.

I am walking up on the tee on 17th, a short but narrow par 3, the wind has picked up a little and is blowing right against, both the tee and pin is moved to the back positions, 130 meters (142 yards). I took an extra club because of the wind (my 8 iron) and I hit it dead straight towards the pin. It lands a couple feet in front of the flag and rolls towards it, then it disappears. I look at my dad and my two buddies, they are celebrating, but I am struggling to let it sink in. I have been playing for 15 years so I know not to get my hopes up. Going down to the hole I run the last few meters before the green and walk to the hole just to see it in!! It was an incredible feeling seeing it laying there in the bottom of the hole!!