I have been golfing for 40years...I was recently playing in a tournament with some of my greatest friends. We were on the 125yard 15th hole at Riverlake's Golf Course, Bakersfield CA. I pulled my dads old PW out of the bag. When the ball landed we thought it was going to be close. We could not see the hole from our angle. While on the tee box, my friends proceeded to tell me the story of the day they met 8 years ago. The husband had a hole n one on the same hole, same pin that day. They met at the bar while he was buying his celebratory drinks for the boys. While we drive up to the green we only see 3 of 4 balls on the green. I ran up to the hole with much enthusiasm. And don't you know....there was my ball! It only took 40 years and hundreds of rounds of golf. Ironically, with all the expensive clubs that I have owned over the years... my dad's old PW was the special one!