Hole 12 at Tumble Creek playing with my father.
Completely blind shot over the fairway bunker. 201 yards to a back-right hole location.
I look over the crest to pick a line. A buddy of mine, who was mowing the rough, parked on the crest of the hill right of the fairway bunker. I walk back to the ball and completely forgot where to aim. Again, I walked to the edge and picked out a mountain to aim at. Walk back to the ball.
The breeze died down. I quickly pulled out a 5 iron and swung toward the mountain. I smashed the ball, but the breeze picked up again. I thought I missed short in the front right bunker. I slowly placed the club back in the bag.
Suddenly, I hear my dad yell, "OH MY GOD!" followed by my mower buddy yell, "GO IN!" I start running to the edge of the hill.
As I neared the crest, they became ecstatic.
I made an eagle 2 and never saw the last 60% of the shot.
P.S. For the rest of the week, the shot and I were the hot topic at the greenskeepers base.
(photos by Peter Ferlicca. I was slightly to the left and closer to the fairway bunker. As i said, the pin was back-right.)
