It was a perfect fall day in Northern Utah and my dad and I were golfing at Logan River Golf Course in Logan, Utah. We were on the 8th hole, 140 yds to the pin, Par 3. I went with my 8 iron and I hit last. The hit felt good and headed straight for the pin. It was in the shade of the afternoon, so it was hard to see if the ball had gone in or if it was above the pin in the shade. We drove up and I ran to see if I had hit it in, and there it was, sitting in the pin. ACE. I'll probably be my first and last. I'm just glad I had 3 witnesses there with me, or else I may not have believed it myself. What a rush. I love this game.