Playing in the first day of a long running local tournament called "The Gold Rush" with three of my good friends, #9 was playing 141 yards into a little wind that day. I pulled out 8 iron, struck it well, and it landed about 8 feet behind the hole, backed up, and disappeared. It was awesome. The 1 was for a 33 on the front side. We may or may not have had many, many drinks on the back side leading to a 33-42 75.