It was a blustery day and I was struggling with the elements that day. There were the three of us wacking that little white ball all over the place. On this day something was different. I was hitting some great shots and I had a feeling something great was going to happen. On the eighth hole the pin was behind the trap on the back of the green. My partner hit a 6 iron short that looked like a great shot, but ended up short. So I chose to hit a 5 iron. As the ball was flying through the air you could see it drawing back towards the pin. As it neared the green we were all saying get in the hole. I couldn't see the ball hit the green but my partner said he saw it go in to the hole. I couldn't believe it. When we approached the green there was no ball near the hole, but there was a nice ball mark about 5 feet in front of the pin. When I looked in the cup there was my little friend. Always love a good golf story.