May 21st, 2007, a week shy of my 19th birthday. Was working, and playing, at a golf course on Fripp Island, GA. After work the Assistant Pro and I would sometimes go out and play for a buck a hole. He was better, at the time I would shoot in the low 80s, but I would scramble great, and was up on him a bit overall. Not that day though. By the time we hit the 6th hole I was already down 3 holes. It was 154 yards, a nine iron, and I finally hit a good shot. Immediately the APro was yelling to get in the hole. I was thinking, about damn time. It took a bounce, and I heard it hit the flagstick. I put my hands on my head as I knew it had gone in. He was a bit confused, asking me if it had actually gone in. I could only nod my head. I played dozens of rounds that summer, the majority of which I played by myself. Was good fortune that I got it while playing with someone. The NXT Tour I used is now sitting in a plaque on the wall. The next hole, I hit my ball OB, and the 1 was the only hole I won that day. Worth it.