This is an older story, I was 17 and playing at my local course in Northern Minnesota. I thought that I was done for the day when an older gentleman asked me to play another 9 holes with him. We reached #7 which was an elevated green, and teed off. When my ball landed I thought I was over the green and proceeded to look off the backside to locate. I suddenly heard him yell "hey young man, your ball is in the hole" and we both celebrated. We finished the next two holes and reported to the pro shop where they asked us details of the shot, club, ball, time, and hole. What was written down was, 7th hole, 7pm, 7 iron, 7pm, on July 7th 1992.. Will never forget seeing it reported on the news that night.