It was a twilight round in the summer of 2004. I was a student home for the summer taking full advantage of a very reasonable annual student membership at Storey Creek Golf Club in Campbell River, BC Canada. I was grouped up with three older gentlemen, and we were all playing pretty well. When it came to the par 3 13th hole, measuring a generous 165 yards, slightly downhill with thick trees right and sand left. The pin was middle left, so I decided a smooth 6 iron should be a good club choice. Turns out it was a pretty good guess. I caught it a groove thin, but my Titleist NXT Tour was on a frozen rope, took one hop and disappeared. The three older members threw their arms up in the air and began shouting. I couldn't believe it; it was surreal. As the excitement wore down, they began speaking of all the drinks I was going to have to buy once we finished. Uh oh, this might be a problem. As a student, I was flat broke. I didn't tell them, but I wasn't going to be able to pay for a diet coke let alone several tables full of pints. The stress wore on me until I hit my approach into the par 5 18th and noticed a severe lack of customers in the clubhouse. It must have been around 6:30 PM when we putted out. The three old boys were excited and thirsty, but I was quickly relieved to find the clubhouse closed early that evening for a unexplained reason. The old boys grumbled and exclaimed the next time they saw me, I owed them a couple. I ran to the car quickly as if I had just stolen par after a questionable drive. To this day, every time I stare down on an NXT Tour, a part of me smiles.