I've been lucky enough to make 10 holes in one in my life. Some were beautiful shots that landed just past the hole and backed up into the cup. Some were not so beautiful. But the first (and ugliest) one was the most special. It was in October 1986 on the 190-yard 11th hole at Prairie Creek Country Club in Rogers, AR. I was playing in a tournament with my father and had just opened a new sleeve of Titleist DT's (#3). I proceeded to blade the shot and it never rose more than 4' off the ground. Frustrated, I marched back to the cart without watching the ball approach the green. As we drove toward the green, a player from the group in front of us ran over from his tee box to the edge of our green and started yelling and waving his arms. As we got closer we could hear him yelling "It went in! It went in!" I didn't believe it, but couldn't resist taking a look in the cup, and sure enough, the brand new Titleist DT #3 was resting peacefully in the bottom of the cup! And thanks to the DT's tough cover, there was not a scratch on the ball. I still have that ball today, and that was the only time it was ever hit.