It was a chilly September morning in the mountains of Vermont where my Father in Law and my 2 brother in law's set to tee off at 830AM. The leafs have started to change and the course was in perfect shape for fall ball.

I was missing putts left and right to start the round but was striking the ball really well. We get up to the 6th tee box and there was actually a grounds keeper working on the hole. Being an easily distracted golfer, I kindly asked the gentleman to move his cart as I didn't want to hit it. After my group made fun of me, I thanked the grounds keeper and my bro in law stepped up to the tee. He then realized that I had won the previous hole, so he stepped back and gave me the honors.

I walked up with my 8 and 9 iron, but decided to stick with my 9 because I was hitting the ball well and wanted to be below the pin. I stood over the ball, did a little waggle and practice swing and took a nice full swing.

The flight pattern was not right at the pin, but it was heading towards the green at a great angle. The green is quite large and slopes to the left so I usually try and aim to the right side as the ball will trickle across from right to left. As my ball landed, the chatter between the group was pretty good.

"Great shot" "It's still moving!" "wow it's heading towards the pin" "That's gonna be a tap in bird"

Then all of a sudden, with a 20 foot roll, the disappeared and dropped into the hole.

There was a moment of silence, and then group celebration erupted "Holy sh*t, it went in, it went in!" We all were jumped and screamed for a good 2 minutes. It was an incredible feeling that I keep reliving over and over in my head. What a gift!

We walked up, the ball was in the hole and the cart girl heard our cheers throughout the valley and was waiting for us at the next tee box. A round of shots at 10am and we went about out day.