At 73+ years of age, my eyesight isn't what it used to be but my swing seems much smoother. Most of my fellow geezers from Shadowmoss' Tuesday/Thursday group know that I am blind as a bat, so whenever I have the opportunity to sign a closest to the pin marker, I sign Blind Squirrel and they know exactly who it is.

Well, on April 20, 2023 I was playing with our Thursday group. I was very comfortable playing my normal bogey type of round. When we reached #7 the flag was back, right measuring 167 yards. There is water right, trees left and the back is right at a big down slope. Normally when the pin is in the back, I opt to play a 150 to the middle. For some unknown reason I decided to play my 7 wood which is normally a 165 yard club, figuring that the wind may keep it from going off the back and down the hill.

My prevalent swing flaw is over the top. However, as soon as I hit the ball, I knew it was well struck and would definitely clear the left bunker and get on the green. The ball started on the Left side of the green and was fading ever so slightly to the right. I lost sight of the ball at about 135 yards but felt really good about it. When we got to the green, I did not see my ball and having my heart broken hundreds of times thinking I may have aced a hole only to find my ball off the green I didn't dare to look in the hole like a fool again. So while I was looking behind the green and down the hill, my partner yelled he found it. I thought he meant on the right side so that is where I headed to which he said, "not there dummy, in the hole. What a wonderful feeling washed over me after 73 years of life and 50 years playing golf to finally ace a hole without bouncing off a rock.