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[Donn lost in San Diego]

On 6/20/2024 at 12:55 PM, Big Z said:

So, a couple days ago I'm playing with 3 older guys, in their mid to late 60s - Bill and Frank who are friends, and Bob an old retired guy about to get married for the third time. Bill and I hit it off after a few holes and he asks if I've ever gotten a hole in one or albatross before. I tell him I haven't. He tells me about how he's gotten a hole-in-one and actually got an albatross on the course we were playing. So we continue our round and we get to the par 4, 16th tee. I hit my drive off the tee about 320-330 yards and thought I saw the ball kick right short of the green and go into some s***, I generally have a good eye and am the one finding everyone's balls that miss fairways. Bob tells me he thinks it was a great drive but he's old and hasn't been able to see anything beyond 100 yards all day. So, I go looking for my ball in the rough on the right and in some short brush but, couldn't find it anywhere. I drop a ball and chip onto the green. By the time I get onto the green, Bob and Bill had putt a couple times but neither of them finished out their putts - Frank stopped playing cause he hurt his back on 14, so he's sitting in the cart. So I two putt and sink the second in the hole. As Bob and Bill are walking off the green I go to reach into the hole, and as I get right over the cup, there is my ball I hit off the tee box. Its sitting next to the ball I just putt. With utter surprise I yell, "I found my ball!" Bob, Bill and Frank turn towards me all at the same time and are in disbelief. I hold up my hands and with both raised, I point with my right hand towards the cup and say, "my first ball is in the hole." They walk over and look down at the two balls in the hole. Each of the guys start giving me high-fives and the one-handed shake/hug, telling me how awesome it is and how unbelievable it was that the ball was in the hole. Bill turns to me and says, "that's an albatross, too." Dumbfounded I mention that we had just been talking about this exact thing, Bill says "hell yeah." We finish the round and Bob and I take my scorecard to the proshop. I tell the pro that I got a hole in one on 16, he pauses and says "you mean 17" as if I had mixed up the holes. Bob and I say "Nope!" The pro looks shocked and says, "no s***, that's the longest hole in one I've ever heard of." I tell him I couldn't believe it and went through the story.

s***, I still can't believe it!

 

Here's the hole, it was a middle pin location. This video shows a forward pin location 

 

Well now I have to switch to Vice balls I guess

[Paul Hedrick]

Last Tuesday, this was my hole of the day.   This is number 11 on one of my locals.  A par 5 hole with deep woods on the right of the fairway.  I hit my driver well, for me at least, and I hit my new 4 wood as I wanted to.  It was a very nice day

[echeszek]

Chipped in on our #1 hole a par 5 from behind the green from 25 yards for a birdie.  Was hoping to get the ball within 6 feet but was happy when it dropped in.

[Donn lost in San Diego]

A new personal WOW shot for me.  I put a new Aerotech Steelfiber shaft onto a rare club, a 24 degree Mizuno Fli-Hi GFF.  The club looks like a game improvement wide hollow body, but it is forged.  (A bargain bin $10 club).  I hit a few good shots with it and then on Hdcp#1 a dogleg over a marsh, I hit the bullet of my life, blind, cleared the 25 ft trees in the marsh, to 20 yards short of the green, on the hardest hole on the course.   Of course then I smudged a short wedge and killed the score.  Probably going to re-shaft my driving iron 3 onto the same shaft.  I thought I loved Recoil shafts, but love is fickle, isn't it.

[Serto]

18th hole at Highfields in Grafton MA is a par 5. Pin was back right, making the hole play ~ 535 from the tips. Pretty getable.

Tee shot was his well and found the right portion of the fairway, going about 270 total uphill.

I sent 3 wood at the green. Fortunately it initially landed in some rough, which slowed the ball down enough to stop it from rolling over the green, leaving me with a 20 footer for eagle. This was probably one of the best 3 woods I have hit because it was calling for a 255 yard shot or so to get it pin high.

Unfortunately missed the eagle put but made the tap in birdie. The other 3 players also birdied the whole - heck of a finish to a round. 

Edited June 30 by Serto

[gavinski91]

Many of you may know the tale of my profile picture, a tale of heartbreak and hubris on the 17th green at North Bellingham Golf Course, artfully narrated here by @Thin2win: https://forum.mygolfspy.com/topic/44718-cobra-connect-five-pre-challenge-chatter-testers-announced/page/14/#comment-770041

I swore then that I would keep that profile picture until I made my first eagle. 

@Kenny B and @fixyurdivot were witnesses to many near misses - 4, to be exact, on the weekend of the 2022 PNW Spy Golf-a-thon. And since that time, with every passing round, the Sisyphean burden grew larger. As my handicap trended lower, paradoxically the opportunities became fewer. I had resigned myself to never reaching that goal, somehow becoming the first golfer in history to reach scratch level without capturing that most rapturous of raptors.

And yet somehow, like the preposterous script to a Hallmark movie, the moment finally came at the most poetic of times. On Friday afternoon, golfing with brother @Kieran and my dad, as part of weekend celebrations for the former's impending Saturday wedding, we made a return to the venue of heartbreak.

My driver had been banished to the back of my bag early in the round, and I had been depending heavily on the surprising prowess that my 3 wood was displaying on the day. On the 17th tee it didn't disappoint, with my first shot precisely splitting the fairway 261 yards from where I first swung. Standing over my ball in the fairway my thoughts went to the fateful day 4 years prior. With the weight of that burden weighing me down, I swung my 7-iron as freely as I could muster. It wasn't a perfect shot by any measure, starting towards the center of the green and fading off to the right, bounding into a patch of rough that was more forgiving than most I had encountered so far on the day, though I didn't know it yet.

On the walk towards the green I recounted the story of my first missed eagle to my dad, remarking that it had happened on the very same hole that we were playing. When neared the hole I saw where my ball had landed, I let go of the bit of hope I had carried with me from the tee to the green.

But if there is a burden in the weight of great expectation, then the inverse must be true as well. A Kevin Costner-ian underdog has no fear of failure because failure is all that they know; and without fear there is only the freedom to swing freely. And so, from 7 yards off the green, that was what I did: a back foot chip with my 52°, and no expectations of holing out. The contact was clean, the ball flew just past the fringe, skipped, slowed, and trundled towards the hole. It went over the lip, hit the center of the flagstick, and hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

And then it dropped into the hole.

And today, for the first time in 4 years, I am freed from the facepalm.

 

Edited July 2 by gavinski91

[sirchunksalot]

1 hour ago, gavinski91 said:

Many of you may know the tale of my profile picture, a tale of heartbreak and hubris on the 17th green at North Bellingham Golf Course, artfully narrated here by @Thin2win: https://forum.mygolfspy.com/topic/44718-cobra-connect-five-pre-challenge-chatter-testers-announced/page/14/#comment-770041

I swore then that I would keep that profile picture until I made my first eagle. 

@Kenny B and @fixyurdivot were witnesses to many near misses - 4, to be exact, on the weekend of the 2022 PNW Spy Golf-a-thon. And since that time, with every passing round, the Sisyphean burden grew larger. As my handicap trended lower, paradoxically the opportunities became fewer. I had resigned myself to never reaching that goal, somehow becoming the first golfer in history to reach scratch level without capturing that most rapturous of raptors.

And yet somehow, like the preposterous script to a Hallmark movie, the moment finally came at the most poetic of times. On Friday afternoon, golfing with brother @Kieran and my dad, as part of weekend celebrations for the former's impending Saturday wedding, we made a return to the venue of heartbreak.

My driver had been banished to the back of my bag early in the round, and I had been depending heavily on the surprising prowess that my 3 wood was displaying on the day. On the 17th tee it didn't disappoint, with my first shot precisely splitting the fairway 261 yards from where I first swung. Standing over my ball in the fairway my thoughts went to the fateful day 4 years prior. With the weight of that burden weighing me down, I swung my 7-iron as freely as I could muster. It wasn't a perfect shot by any measure, starting towards the center of the green and fading off to the right, bounding into a patch of rough that was more forgiving than most I had encountered so far on the day, though I didn't know it yet.

On the walk towards the green I recounted the story of my first missed eagle to my dad, remarking that it had happened on the very same hole that we were playing. When neared the hole I saw where my ball had landed, I let go of the bit of hope I had carried with me from the tee to the green.

But if there is a burden in the weight of great expectation, then the inverse must be true as well. A Kevin Costner-ian underdog has no fear of failure because failure is all that they know; and without fear there is only the freedom to swing freely. And so, from 7 yards off the green, that was what I did: a back foot chip with my 52°, and no expectations of holing out. The contact was clean, the ball flew just past the fringe, skipped, slowed, and trundled towards the hole. It went over the lip, hit the center of the flagstick, and hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

And then it dropped into the hole.

And today, for the first time in 4 years, I am freed from the facepalm.

 

Congratulations on the eagle! That was a great shot to seal it and free you from the facepalm. Plus, it's a pretty epic story. 

[cksurfdude]

1 hour ago, gavinski91 said:

... and without fear there is only the freedom to swing freely. And so, from 7 yards off the green, that was what I did: a back foot chip with my 52°, and no expectations of holing out. The contact was clean, the ball flew just past the fringe, skipped, slowed, and trundled towards the hole. It went over the lip, hit the center of the flagstick, and hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

And then it dropped into the hole.

Not sure what's more impressive -- your colorful narration skills or that totally freakin awesome clutch wedge shot! Congrats!!! 

[Erin B]

My shot of the day happened yesterday. Had a lot of good shots but couldn’t put it all together. The particular shot was on the last hole of the state championship. I knew I was out of contention but didn’t give up. The hole before I hit another great 200 yard 6 iron shot but used a poor wedge shot to land the ball 50 feet down hill on the other side of the green. Doubled the hole and was left dejected. The last hole was a 180 yard par 3 and I had to put the last hole behind me. Luckily the cart girl showed up before I teed off. I needed a drink and an audience! I strolled over to the tee while she waited and watched with anticipation. I selected my 8 iron as my weapon of choice and a moo cow tee I’d found earlier in the day. I teed up the ol OnCore Vero X1 and took a couple practice swings, addressed the ball and swung. I landed on the left edge of the green, it was sloped to the hole, and watched it roll to within 6 feet. I promptly walked over to the cart girl, ordered drinks for me and my comrades, hopped in the cart and headed to the green. They both missed the green and had to chip up. It gave me the opportunity to take a minute and appreciate the shot I’d just hit. These are the shots that keep you coming back to this fool game. Although I didn’t win, I put up a good fight and ended the round on a positive note. That’s my shot of the day!

Edited July 2 by Erin B

[Kenny B]

15 hours ago, gavinski91 said:

Many of you may know the tale of my profile picture, a tale of heartbreak and hubris on the 17th green at North Bellingham Golf Course, artfully narrated here by @Thin2win: https://forum.mygolfspy.com/topic/44718-cobra-connect-five-pre-challenge-chatter-testers-announced/page/14/#comment-770041

I swore then that I would keep that profile picture until I made my first eagle. 

@Kenny B and @fixyurdivot were witnesses to many near misses - 4, to be exact, on the weekend of the 2022 PNW Spy Golf-a-thon. And since that time, with every passing round, the Sisyphean burden grew larger. As my handicap trended lower, paradoxically the opportunities became fewer. I had resigned myself to never reaching that goal, somehow becoming the first golfer in history to reach scratch level without capturing that most rapturous of raptors.

And yet somehow, like the preposterous script to a Hallmark movie, the moment finally came at the most poetic of times. On Friday afternoon, golfing with brother @Kieran and my dad, as part of weekend celebrations for the former's impending Saturday wedding, we made a return to the venue of heartbreak.

My driver had been banished to the back of my bag early in the round, and I had been depending heavily on the surprising prowess that my 3 wood was displaying on the day. On the 17th tee it didn't disappoint, with my first shot precisely splitting the fairway 261 yards from where I first swung. Standing over my ball in the fairway my thoughts went to the fateful day 4 years prior. With the weight of that burden weighing me down, I swung my 7-iron as freely as I could muster. It wasn't a perfect shot by any measure, starting towards the center of the green and fading off to the right, bounding into a patch of rough that was more forgiving than most I had encountered so far on the day, though I didn't know it yet.

On the walk towards the green I recounted the story of my first missed eagle to my dad, remarking that it had happened on the very same hole that we were playing. When neared the hole I saw where my ball had landed, I let go of the bit of hope I had carried with me from the tee to the green.

But if there is a burden in the weight of great expectation, then the inverse must be true as well. A Kevin Costner-ian underdog has no fear of failure because failure is all that they know; and without fear there is only the freedom to swing freely. And so, from 7 yards off the green, that was what I did: a back foot chip with my 52°, and no expectations of holing out. The contact was clean, the ball flew just past the fringe, skipped, slowed, and trundled towards the hole. It went over the lip, hit the center of the flagstick, and hung in the air for what felt like an eternity.

And then it dropped into the hole.

And today, for the first time in 4 years, I am freed from the facepalm.

 

Congratulations!!  It’s about time!  Glad the facepalm is gone.  

[Big moose]

Hit a beautiful drive right down the middle on 18 a par 5, had 177 to the green grabbed my 4 hybrid. Now this hole has two lakes that are probably 50 yards in front of me. I take my swing and hit a line drive that skips off the lake and rolls about 80 yards and stops 10 yards short of the green, I chip on and make the putt for the only good skin. Better lucky than good. 

[Siamese Moose]

I haven't played in six weeks since breaking my scapula. Yesterday I returned to my league for my first round. Very fortunately it was our middle of the season scramble, so I didn't have to score on my own ball. On the first hole I was last to hit. We had nothing even halfway decent from our first three. I hit a baby draw down the center, only about 220, but making a good contribution on my first swing felt so good!

[cksurfdude]

On 7/2/2024 at 11:23 AM, Big moose said:

Better lucky than good. 

Haha I get many occasions on the golf course to say that exact same thing!!

[Erin B]

a picture says a thousand words

[BradM]

Damn that birdie felt good

[MulliganMaster]

235 yard par three

Play my 4 iron, top it to 180 out (55 yard drive)

Hit my 6iron to within 3 feet

Tap in for par

if that’s not golf then I don’t know what is….

[ParFore74x]

Felt like a series of blunders but it made for a memorable hole. Number 18 today was a 398 yd par four with a slight dogleg to the left at around 235yds. Tee shot went through the dogleg and stopped behind a tree which forced me to punch out back to the fairway. Third shot was from the center of the fairway to a back pin ~153yds. Tried to hit my 7 iron as smooth as possible but I ended up pulling it a touch and it landed pin high in the rough about 30 feet left of the pin. 58° wedge caught the green just passed the fringe and the ball rolled the final 15 feet to the hole for a very unexpected chip-in to save par. Definitely the type of shot that makes me crave playing a round. 

[NubianRugby]

Ran out for a quick 9 at 5:30 and played by myself until the last two holes. On the final hole I piped my drive 321 yards (the beneficiary of a very dry course) and left myself ~70 to the hole with a couple of trees crossing in front of me. It looked like I had enough room to go straight over the low point where the trees crossed each other. I pulled out my trusty 54 degree wedge, lined up carefully, kept my head down through the swing, and landed on the green with about 20' for birdie. I was unable to convert the birdie putt, but left myself inside the leather to collect my par.

Very satisfying way to end the day.

 

[BallsLeon]

Played 9 last night at St. Andrews after work. Ended up with this "hole-in-3" last night after flubbing my first shot into the water, and then holing out from the drop area (~50-55yds). Definitely my furthest hole out ever, and a great way to save par 

[Erin B]

Yesterday's shot of the day for me was on a par 5 dogleg. I hit my drive about 280 and tried to cut the corner. If I would have hit 300 I would have cut the corner and landed on the fairway with about 130 yards to the hole. I was short of the fairway but only had 135 yards to the hole on the hard pan. Hard pan is tricky to get a good shot off, and my ball was on dirt in between two tufts of grassy mounds, so it was sitting about a half inch lower than the tufts. I took my 48* wedge and pured a shot onto the green for a 25 ft eagle putt. That was my shot of the day.  

[ryan.mzzz]

i thought i lost my drive to the left, but I found my ball in the shadows on the left 210 to the flag. I hit my 3 wood to here:

and get down in two for my only bird of the day. The sound my cobra made at contact was the most satisfying, crunchiest crunch thud that i’ve heard out of that club, and I must have hit dead center of the face because I purposely swung easy so as to keep the shot under control. Definitely worked out. 

[ILMgolfnut]

Hole of the day: #4 at Brora Golf Club in Scotland, named White Post for the stick behind the green that you aim your blind second shot at. It's 325 yards from the tips, which we were playing. Good drive in the fairway, 8 iron landed on the green but rolled off the back. Tried to putt from 3-4 feet off the fringe, gave it a little too much steam and it rolled the entire length of the green and off the front. Putted from off the green again -- and sank it from about 25 feet. The only "putt" of any distance I holed in a week in Scotland, and it wasn't technically a putt.

[Fongle]

Hole 6 at the Brisbane River Golf Club, a beautiful hole with the river all the down the left side, and very steep drop offs anywhere off the fairway down that side. Has an incredibly deep gully at the end of the fairway as well, and you need to carry the ball 260m just to cover the gap. Driver was feeling good, I was feeling loose, so I teed it high and let it fly, and absolutely nuked it, left it less than 10m off the side of the green, and got up and down for an easy birdie.

[dback]

Uphill second shot into a par 5 with a blind green. Hit it well and bounced towards the pins, got up to the green and it was less than a foot to the left of the pin. So close to my first ever albatross!

[Donn lost in San Diego]

On 7/2/2024 at 12:26 PM, Siamese Moose said:

I haven't played in six weeks since breaking my scapula. Yesterday I returned to my league for my first round. Very fortunately it was our middle of the season scramble, so I didn't have to score on my own ball. On the first hole I was last to hit. We had nothing even halfway decent from our first three. I hit a baby draw down the center, only about 220, but making a good contribution on my first swing felt so good!

Hey Cinci, do you know about this guy?  Godfrey (Gottfried) Weitzel .  Not a golfer, but an interesting piece of history.

[Siamese Moose]

10 hours ago, Donn lost in San Diego said:

Hey Cinci, do you know about this guy?  Godfrey (Gottfried) Weitzel .  Not a golfer, but an interesting piece of history.

Sorry, no, I haven't heard of him.

[Donn lost in San Diego]

5 hours ago, Siamese Moose said:

Sorry, no, I haven't heard of him.

German born Cinci raised, West Point age 15!.  Civil War under appreciated officer.  "A Young General and the Fall of Richmond"..  ( I am partly Ohioan, and a history geek-buff).

[Siamese Moose]

21 minutes ago, Donn lost in San Diego said:

German born Cinci raised, West Point age 15!.  Civil War under appreciated officer.  "A Young General and the Fall of Richmond"..  ( I am partly Ohioan, and a history geek-buff).

Sounds like I should know of him! I'm a trustee at Cincinnati's German Heritage Museum, and a good part of our history is Germans who served in American wars. I'll ask about him at our next board meeting.

[Donn lost in San Diego]

3 minutes ago, Siamese Moose said:

Sounds like I should know of him! I'm a trustee at Cincinnati's German Heritage Museum, and a good part of our history is Germans who served in American wars. I'll ask about him at our next board meeting.

the book i listed was pub recently, about 5 ? yrs ago.  He became a protege of West Point Commandant R. E. Lee, but was loyal to USA.  and he ended up using Lee's or Jeff Davis' house as his last HQ as he helped end the war.  

[Vegan_Golfer_PNW]

I could have picked my 300 yard drive but this hole, with teeing off with a 3i that was hit so pure I want to bucket that feeling forever. Right down the right side. Hit my 54* to 8’ and just missed the birdie