It was a cool March day. I was playing with three of my favorite golfers...each one of them had more than one hole in one...I had none.

It was an up hill shot with a breeze in our face. I caught the shot flush and it was heading straight at the pin. We saw it bounce straight at the flag but because the green was up the hill we could not see the bottom of the flag.

As we went up the hill everyone was telling me that it must have gone in. I kept telling them of the many shots which hung in the lip, hit the pin, did everything but go in the hole. Well when we got there it was in the cup.

The guys kept telling me to put the ball away but I continued playing with it...I hardly ever lose a ball.

When I reached the 11th hole I snap hooked the ball across the road, never to be seen again.

We adjourned to the bar for a celebration...one more thing off of the "Bucket List".