It was a warm day in late April here in Rochester, NY. I was playing with a good friend of mine, Matt T. I wasn't playing all that well as we approached number 7 at Ridgemont CC. However, it didn't seem to matter at that moment. I grabbed a 5-iron to battle the difficult par 3, playing 184 yards that day. The shot felt great off my club and moved slightly right to left as it approached the green. The ball bounced twice and disappeared. I looked over at Matt and said "where did that go?" (thinking it might have gone in). Walking towards the flag, we were thinking it was likely through the green. Since I didn't see anything along the back rough, I checked the cup and was elated to see my ProV1 resting at the bottom.