Was playing with my friend and his father and one of his friends. Playing well on the front 9, started to fall apart on the back. Come to the 16th, 145 yards uphill, kind of a blind green. Hit my 8 iron and see that it hits the green. We finally make our way up to the green and I can see the ball mark, but no ball. Not surprising because everything seemed to roll off that day. We proceed to spend 10 minutes trying to find the ball. Past the green, over the cart path, in the woods behind the green. One of the other guys starts looking around, glances in the cup and exclaims there's a ball in the hole. He unfortunately pulled it out and it was mine!