Rich --
My favorite shot of my year, and possibly of my life, was struck three weekends ago on the 4th hole at Sutton Bay (my least favorite hole on the course, even after this shot!):
I was 217 yards from the pin, in the middle of the fairway, with the wind howling (30 mph?) behind me, with a 5-iron in my hand. My plan was to hit a punch knockdown that would carry 120 or 130 yards, toward the opening at the left front of the green, and then hope for the right roll.
Hit it purely. It flew about 6 feet off the ground, landed, rolled down the hill toward the green opening, disappeared from view, reappeared, moving slower now, climbed onto the green, dipped into the swale at left-front, then climbed the ridge that divides the front of the green from the fallaway rear ... and JUST BARELY climbed over to the other side, where the hole awaited. Ball disappeared again. We thought I might have holed it -- but found it about 2 feet past the hole.
Ground game madness! What a hoot.
Dan