<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="https://www.titleist.com/teamtitleist/utility/feedstylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>What Really Got Me Into Golf</title><link>/teamtitleist/b/hole-in-one-stories/posts/what-really-got-me-into-golf</link><description> I had been playing for almost six months, age 13, with a handicap of about 20 or so. I was playing at my local par 3 course: The Fairgrounds GC. I walked up to the eleventh hole, a 105-yard par 3 with a front hole position (bunker to the left with the</description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><generator>Telligent Community 10</generator></channel></rss>