Par 3, #15, 127 yards to the hole, back right corner down in a valley, slight wind in our face. I hit it as good as I could hit it. The ball hit the green to the left of the flag and started faeeding down to the hole. I'm short and never saw it go in the hole but my playing partner kept saying "It's in the hole, it's in the hole!". Me, "No, it rolled off the back". Sure enough, there it was in the bottom of the hole. BAMM! I am 73 years old and had resigned myself to never getting one. What a feeling!