July 31, a Sunday afternoon, my husband I approached hole three (the hole pictured on our Bend Golf and Country Club scorecard). We both grumbled as we saw the close pin placement. It feels more difficult to land the ball short and not have it roll back toward the water. Having deposited numerous balls in this pretty hole of water, I reached for a "water" ball. My friends say I should call it a "dry" ball to put positive energy on it. Any way, to approach the task. I took my 8 iron to insure if I connected properly that it would clear the rocks and water. It landed on the green and I watched it roll into the hole.
I turned to my husband with my mouth open and he said, "Yes, it went in." There was no noise of celebration, not even of the ball hitting the pin. I looked to him again and he was calling the pro shop to report the HOLE IN ONE!

I started playing golf when I was sixteen and fifty years later at age 66, I had a quiet HOLE IN ONE.

My husband thinks he had purchased this Titleist ball a year prior. After he had marked his division sign on it (I was a math teacher and I still don't quite understand why he uses that mark), scuffed it significantly, he had given it to me to use as a dry ball.

Later I found that it was 94 yards and that the hole was placed 11 feet from the edge of the green.

I'd like to thank you for being a big part of a big day for me. When I read the report of it in the Bend Bulletin, I noticed that one other person had received a hole in one for that printing. Bob Garza, the pro at Lost Tracks, had gotten his seventh a couple days earlier. Pretty impressive company for me and my scuffed Titleist ball!

Pat Putnam