It was a cold windy day and I was struggling to keep from losing hope of anything good happening. By the 17th hole I was just trying to get good contact and make sure I turned my shoulders through. 175 Yards uphill with a 10-15 mph cross wind means, hit a 4 iron and hope it stays somewhere I can find it. I hit a very straight shot just left of the flag. Or course, being up hill all I could tell was I made the green. Carl and I go up and his ball is on the green but I can't find mine. He jokes to look in the cup and there it is.