I walked up to the 7th hole at the Mad River Golf Club with my father and family friend. It was early in the morning and there was enough wind to be taken into consideration. The sun was coming up in the background (right behind the green). I grabbed my PW, completed my pre-shot routine, and struck the ball. We watched it in the air, but could not seem to figure out where it went. At first, we assumed that it had flown over the green. While making our way towards the green, my father said "could you imagine if it went it?". I immediately started to run towards the cup with the hope that I had acquired my first hole in one. Sure enough, as I arrived at the cup, the ball was in the hole. It had landed in out of the air.

Emerson