Three other golfing companions and I decided to take advantage of the unprecedented high temperatures in our area and play golf last week. My front side score was my usual four to five over par with the backside starting out with a double bogey, bogey, bogey, and finally a par. Coming to hole number fourteen, an uphill par three one hundred and sixty two yards my only thought was to some how to get the ball on the green and maybe salvage the round. The green sets on top of a hill with the back of the green higher than the front and two deep sand traps guarding the left and right side. With the hole in the back right side and little room right of the hole, anywhere on the green was my intended target.

My usual ball flight for a shot like this is a slight draw. I aim towards the right side of the green and even a little outside of the green. The flight of the ball is straight to the right side of the hole with absolutely no hint of a draw. It lands just on the green, takes one hop left and starts to roll. Ten to twelve feet later it disappears into the hole.

A couple of days later I remembered that my father had a hole in one at the same course, but I was not sure which hole it was. My father passed away almost twenty years ago and when my sisters and I went through the house to sort through his things, I found a shoe box with a number of his old score cards, newspaper clippings and golf photos. I briefly looked at them and then put them away in my closet. I got the box out and began looking for anything that would tell me where Dad got his hole in one. I found the score card and newspaper article describing it. To my surprise it was the same hole. While there was no date on the card or the article, my best estimate of the date would be in the mid to late 60's.

A hole in one is a thrill anytime it happens but to know my Dad and I did it on the same hole is really something special.