Decided to go play a round today, and enjoy the last day before they turn the clocks back tonight.
Hole 2 is an uphill but short par-5. I had paired up with another single, and he looked to be fairly decent judging from his shots on the first hole and his drive on the second hole. My drive on the second hole got popped up but straight. Short though, so I played a 5W up the left side and got it up past the 150-yard stake. My playing partner lost his second shot badly right, over into the fairway on 3, a little bit after that I played as we had had to wait for the group in front clear the green.
I can hit my 7I around 150 level. I judged from where I was for the shot to be around 145 to the center of the green. So I took the 7, figuring with the pin up in front, and the uphill climb it should be right for me to go at with a solid swing, and not worry about hitting it softer or harder.
It was a good hit, and I could see that it must have hit up on the green, somewhat to the right of the pin. Couldn't see exactly where, because of the elevation, but it had looked about right to be up about pin-high and right some. I walked over some on my way up to help my playing partner spot his ball, and once he saw where it was, where he to wait for the group in front of us to finish teeing off of 3, I went up towards the right side of the green and pulled out my putter, figuring it would be up on the green.
So when I get up there, I'm looking, and can't find my ball. Huh, I think. Maybe it ran through? I go to the back, and look in the thick grass behind. Nope. Did it take a hard kick left, since I had put some hook on it and the front of the green area sloped some to the left? I go and even check the bunker. Nope. Check right bunker. Nope. Check to see if it's sitting down in the grass in between bunkers and green. Nope.
Hmm. Now I see a ball behind the green. I don't remember seeing it and walk to check it. "That should be mine," my playing partner said, and he was right.
I'm lifted my arms in an expression of "I don't know what happened to my ball."
"That's strange, it sure looked like you hit a good shot to me."
"I know, but where did it go?"
"Did you check the hole?"
I kind of stopped.
"Erm, no, maybe I should?" as I began to speculate about the unfathomable, and I then walked to the front pin location, and peer over the lip, and see my ball nestled down in the cup.
First eagle ever for me. First time I've ever holed a shot from beyond 50 yards even.
Did you check the hole?


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