It was a good shot, I knew it. A baby cut over the lake and a bunker guarding the front pin location. My buddy Jim was yelling, it's going in, it's going in, but could still see the ball. The ball was in perfect allignment with the pen, again I could still see the ball yet my buddy insisted it was in. I've hit good shots before only to be just shot or a little long so I grabbed my range finder to get a better look. I could still see the ball and it looked really close but still couldn't tell how close it really was so I went 20 yards to the right and looked thru my range finder again thinking this would reveille the true distance between the ball and the pin. To my surprise there was no difference so I started thinking it must be leaning against the pin. I couldn't hardly wait for the rest of the group to hit their shots so we could go to the green. After 45 yrs maybe, just maybe this was it. We couldnt see the green as we drove around the lake, when we finally arrived green side there was no ball next to the hole, my buddy Jim was so exited he jumped out of the cart and ran to the hole before I could get the cart stopped. The ball was leaning and had fallen in while we made our way to the green. Finally this was it, playing this great game since I was 5 yrs old, I'm almost 51 now carrying a 1 handicap for the last six yrs I just didn't think it was ever going to happen.