When i was twelve, me and my dad went to play at our local course. I was struggling on the day when i reached the 3rd hole, my 12th of the day. I pulled out my driver on the 164 yard hole, and let it fly. When i hit it, it looked to be right on the stick. After a few bounces, the ball found its way onto the green and hit the stick. My dad and I were amazed because we lost the ball. We sprinted up to find my ball in the hole. That ball was a Pro V1, and is currently hanging on a plaque at home.