My friend Craig picked me up to go play. He was early so while he loaded my bags I went to get my sunglasses. He took the 5-iron out of my bag and asked if I could hit it. I told him I had a phobia about the lowest iron in my bag, and had removed the 3 and 4 since they misbehaved, and the 5 was starting to act up. Hole 11 was 175 yards, and I had no other choice but to hit the 5 iron. It was the cleanest hit I've had in months with that club. It hit the front of the green, rolled up the hill going right at the pin. It disappeared behind a mound so we didn't see it go in. When we got to the green we realized it had to have gone in since there were no other balls in sight. Playing with Craig the following day I used the 5 iron again, but the hit was no where as clean.