A cold April day with the wind howling at about 25-35+. The kind of day you have to tighten up your hat and put on your winter gloves, but the sun is out, so you are on the golf course. After playing 9 holes in this and feeling like I just crossed the Molokai Channel in a small boat on a windy day, I had had enough and suggested to my playing partner that we call it a day. He wanted to push on, I wanted to hang it up. He prevailed and we put our heads down and trudged on. At the par 3, 13th hole the pin was tucked behind the bunker, we could see the flag but not the bottom quarter of it. The wind was directly in our face and blowing at about 30mph. Just wanting to get out of there, I took a 9 iron, closed it down to about a 7 iron and hit what was suppose to be a punch shot. The ball stayed low hit in the middle of the green and bounced right. With the speed and the wind I figured it would be off the green to the right of the hole. As we approached the green, I could not see my ball, it must have rolled into the second cut of rough. My partner said he thought it was in the hole. I was not so sure. As I walked past the hole, I looked in.....and there it was in the bottom of the hole. First one in 66 years of life. I was happy, but I still just wanted to get off the course and out of the bloody wind and cold. We did finish the round and I was much happier about the shot when I was warm and I could take off my tight fitting hat.