Most memorable shots you have hit.

[Tommy Williamsen]

Except, for one they have been good, but the most memorable shot was also the most embarrassing.


1. My wife and I  had a 9:00 tee time at The Old Course. There was a pretty good crowd on the first tee. I put my peg in the ground and the ball fell off the tee my hand was shaking so much. I had waited my whole life (I was 45 at the time and a four handicap) to play the course. I finally get the ball to stay on the tee and promptly hit the ball onto the Ladies Putting ground. OB. Now I am really nervous, so I aim at the 17th tee and hook it onto the 18th fairway. At least it was in bounds!


2. The second most memorable shot happened the same day. I hit a hooking three wood short of the 17th green and watched with joy the ball bound up on the green.


3. In 1985 I played in a pro-am with Arnold Palmer at Harbour Town. We started on number ten where I hooked my tee shot into the water. I dropped into the long rough hit a four wood to five feet and made the putt. After I hit the shot Arnie said, "Great shot." my proudest moment in golf.

[Ian Mackenzie]

1978 for me during try-outs for the high school varsity golf team. Cold day in October.
Was playing very competitive ice hockey at the time on two teams and asked the coach permission to be late for practice so I could try out for the golf team.


9 hole tryout on a 9 hole course.
Was 2 over on the 8th tee and needed to make 2 pars to "make the first cut".


400 yard par 4 with a pond and you needed a 200 yard carry to clear it.


My mind started to drift and I hit a horrble low cutting tee shot destined to splash in the exact center of the pond. Game over.
Out of nowhere, a turtle surfaced and my tee shot struck the turtle and careened over to the other side of the pond.


SAFE!!


Then went bogey-bogey anyway and missed the cut.

[Peter Pallotta]

In many senses, and for others, not that special or memorable at all.
But for me, an average golfer with a love of the history and the shot-making greats, I can remember the *feeling* as if it was yesterday.   
A few years ago: I was using Hogan Apex mb blades that, given my handicap, I had no business using.
A 180+ yard Par 3, to a raised/skyline green, on a windy day. Pin back right; wind quartering at me, i.e. into me and left to right.
I took a Hogan 4 iron and told myself to imagine/believe that I could hit the shot that was needed. So I aimed at the pin, closed my stance to try to encourage a draw (and thus hold the shot against/into the wind), and took the smoothest in tempo swing I can ever remember.
There was a distinctive 'crack/gun shot' at impact, and the *feeling* of a perfect centre of the face strike and proper compression (which felt like nothing, like butter), and the reality that this player's iron behaved exactly as it was told to, i.e. with the face closing (not closed) at impact.
I looked up and knew, knew, knew, that it was a perfect golf shot -- or nearly perfect, i.e. I'd hit it so well and so crisply, and it was drawing so purely, that the wind hardly touched it:
it landed on the green 15 or so paces from the pin and about 5 paces left...and rolled up pin high leaving me a 15 footer for birdie.
As i say, nothing special about it -- but for me still among the 2 or 3 the most satisfying golf shot I've ever hit.
     

[Scott Szabo]

Second shot into #9 at Sand Hills with the setting sun.  Full porch.  Apparently a lot of alcohol being consumed.  Crowd erupted, then followed with a loud groan.  Found my ball resting on the edge of the cup. 

[Pete_Pittock]

Memorable good
Tualatin used to have groves of holly bushes, I used to called them memorial groves for all rounds that died in them. One hot summer day I pulled my drive on 17 to the edge of the hollies, about 160 remaining to the hole. Put on my rain gear, backed in, restricted back swing, room for a follow through. Aimed about 30 yards right, using a 6 or 7 iron and hooked the ball leaving a tap in birdie to go one up.

Memorable bad
Same course, 9th hole. Tee shot ended up with a skinny uphill lie with a wedge shot remaining. Grounded the club behind the ball, back swing, fore swing, ball started moving, continued the swing hitting the ball, double hitting the ball, having the ball rebound into me, then roll backwards 30-40 yards and ending up totally unplayable, against a tree trunk and between two substantial roots. Went from lying 1 to playing 7, told my partner "your hole" and went to the halfway house for attitude adjustment

Memorable neutral
1997 one month sojourn playing English and Welsh courses was at Isle of Purbeck and teed up at a medium par 4 with a creek running across the fairway, as usual at the bottom of the hill. Counseled to lay up I replied with the standard "I didn't fly 6,000 miles to lay up" and added there was a bridge down there. Knowing it was out of reach I drove flawlessly and the ball rolled across the bridge.

Memorable good/bad by opponents
Probably early 80s playing the Coast Invitational at Astoria. Made championship flight and opening round was doormat (opposite of dormie) playing the narrow between the dunes 15th. Drove straight, wedged to a foot. Opponent was down on the 14th and had a supremely blind shot over the dune and around a tree.  Next day, in the consolation match I improved and was now doormat on the 16th. After a low drive which almost equaled the length of my opponent's drive, that was knocked down a lot by the wind, I hit a mid-iron to a couple of feet, straight up hill putt for birdie and a probable extension of the match. Watched my opponent play, took of my hat, then shook his hand. Knocked out by two consecutive hole-out eagles.

Memorable in GCA company
Cauldron hole at Banff. Pure fairway wood always at the hole, plugged into the overwatered green a couple of feet away

[Adrian_Stiff]

I have had 38 holed shots, ie 4 proper hole in ones, 14 other 1s on par 3 courses and 20 holed shots from the fairway. They are shots you always remember.


No Albatross, weirdest was a drive out of bounds on a par 5, reload and into the trees, chipped out, holed for par.


Longest was a 4 iron, but mainly they are holed wedges. First was when I was 13. Last one was about 2 weeks ago during lockdown.

[archie_struthers]

 




As my illustrious caddie career ( ) was nearing it's end and I couldn't stretch my college experience any longer the head pro at Pine Valley gave me an extension on my childhood. To my surprise he offered me  a job as as assistant pro and I readily accepted. I thought with an opportunity to practice and play at the best golf  course I had ever seen I could get pretty good.


My job there was wonderful, other than the fact I took a quantum pay cut from my job looping. I continued to live In Ocean City, NJ , renting an old beach house with my friends every summer. It took me exactly an hour to commute to work each day so it made for a lot of tough drives after being out every night. In the early 80's there were few places more fun than the Jersey Shore, with live bands playing every night at places like the Bongo Room , Ocean Drive , Merrill's, Maloney's, the Rock Box, Anchorage, Dunes til Dawn, Shenanigans etc etc. That's just a few !


It was year two in my pro job. I was pretty good at hiding my nightly debauchery but my boss wasn't fooled and decided to teach me a lesson. I arrived a minute before the opening bell at 6:59 am one weekday morning in early summer and was definitely hanging. Surprisingly Charley (boss) sauntered in said hello. I replied  you're here early and he smiled and said he was going downstairs to get an orange juice.


Strange ! If nothing else Charley was a creature of habit and you could set your watch on his 7:30 arrival. When he got back with his OJ he said grab your clubs they need a fourth out there. Normally I'd love it, as the best part of my job was getting to play a lot, an unusual perk for assistant golf pro's.  But my spider sense was tingling big time.


It was a Wednesday and Tuesday was kamikaze night at the Anchorage Tavern .  The place where they served 7 short drafts for a dollar. So you started there and moved up. Yep, any of you who has enjoyed the mix of equal parts Vodka,Triple sec and lime juice knows what large quantities can do to your central nervous system even at the height of your physical powers. I had been there as you may have suspected by now.


Sensing a set up I parried adroitly suggesting he take my place as he never got to play! Nope he said, you have a good group, good luck. Good luck ?  Thanks I said and as I walked to the front door he said no you are going on #5, they have your sticks. So I turned slipped out the side door and just knew the fix was in. Most of you have knowledge of #5 at PV, one of the toughest par threes on the planet. It's up there with # 11 at Portrush (Calamity) or 16 at Cypress. Death to the right, despair left. 230 straight uphill.
As I took the short walk to the tee I spied my playing partners thru the trees , Marty West , Buddy Marucci and Henri DeLozier. Two Walker Cuppers , Delozier and me.




Walked onto the tee said my pleasantries and looked over at my caddie who was well aware of what was going on. Shit, I thought, this could be  really embarrassing.  No warm up , no putts, no nothing.  Oh well, such is life. Grabbed my baffler three rescue ( the one with the rails) and teed it up. When in this state if you see three balls hit the one in the middle was the rule. I said a quick prayer and ripped one on the left side of the green. A miracle! Walked up the hill drank a half gallon of water out of the fountain and ended up shooting a fairly easy 73, another miracle. Sometimes the light shines on the unworthy




p.s.  will never forget that shot , it made my summer

[Jeff Schley]

As my illustrious caddie career ( ) was nearing it's end as I couldn't stretch my college career much longer the head pro at Pine Valley gave me an extension on my childhood. He offered me the job as as assistant pro to my surprise and I accepted. I had thoughts with an opportunity to practice and play at the best golf course I had ever seen was a blessing from heaven.


My job there was wonderful, other than the fact I took a quantum pay cut from my job as a looper. I continued to live In Ocean City, NJ , renting an old beach house with my friends every summer. It took me exactly an hour to commute to work each day so it made for a lot of tough drives after being out every night. In the early 80's there were few places more fun than the Jersey Shore, with live bands playing every night at places like the Bongo Room , Ocean Drive , Merrill's, Maloney's, the Rock Box, Anchorage I could go on and on.


It was year two in my pro job. I was pretty good at hiding my nightly debauchery but my boss wasn't fooled and decided to teach me a lesson. I arrived a minute before the shop opened at 6:59 am one weekday morning in late June and was definitely hanging a bit. Surprisingly Charley (boss) sauntered in said hello. I replied  you're here early and he smiled and said he was going downstairs to get an orange juice.


Strange ! If nothing else Charley was a creature of habit and you could set your watch on his 7:30 arrival. My spider sense was tingling. When he got back he said grab your clubs they need a fourth out there. Normally I'd love it, as the best part of my job was getting so much opportunity to play, an unusual perk for assistants in my capacity.


However it was Wednesday and Tuesday was kamikaze night at the Anchorage . Yep, any of you who has enjoyed the mix of equal parts Vodka,Triple sec and Lime juice knows what large quantities can do to your central nervous system even at the height of your physical powers.


Sensing a set up I parried adroitly suggesting he take my place as he never got the opportunity to play! Nope he said, go have fun.
As I walked towards the front door he said hurry up and get to #5 tee, they are already out there and they have your sticks. Now , most of you have heard of the 5th, one of the toughest three pars on planet. Taking the short walk to the tee I spied my playing partners. Marty West was one , Buddy Marucci and Henri DeLozier. Three of the best ams in country and me, hung over and disheveled.


Walked onto the tee said my pleasantries and looked over at my caddie who was well aware of what was going on. Shit, I thought, this could be embarrassing.  No warm up , no putts, no nothing.  Oh well, such is life. Grabbed my baffler three rescue ( the one with the rails) and teed it up. When in this state if you see three balls hit the one in the middle was the rule. I said a quick prayer and ripped one on the left side of the green. A miracle! Walked up the hill drank a half gallon of water out of the fountain and ended up shooting a fairly easy 73, another miracle. Sometimes the light shines on the unworthy

Archie that was a great story... more, more!

[Garland Bayley]

Memorable neutral - 1997 one month sojourn playing English and Welsh courses was at Isle of Purbeck and teed up at a medium par 4 with a creek running across the fairway, as usual at the bottom of the hill. Counseled to lay up I replied with the standard "I didn't fly 6,000 miles to lay up" and added there was a bridge down there. Knowing it was out of reach I drove flawlessly and the ball rolled across the bridge.

Your Moe Norman moment!

Playing with Sam Snead, Moe pulled driver on a hole with a reachable stream. Sam advised him it was a layup hole. Moe told him he was aiming at the bridge, and proceeded to roll the ball across the bridge.

[Chris Roselle]

My most memorable shot occurred on the 18th green at Gulph Mills GC back in June of 1999.  I was lucky enough to qualify for match play in the 99th playing of the GAP Amateur Championship.  In my first round match against Sam McFall we had reached the 18th hole with me being 1 up.  For those not familiar with the 18th at Gulph Mills, it's a very short par 5 that plays up and over a hill and then up another hill to the green complex.  While it plays longer than the scorecard yardage says it's still a fairly reachable par 5, even for us short hitters.  With a 1 up lead I was basically trying my best to make a 4 and force my opponent to make eagle to send us to extra holes.  I was fortunate to hit a pretty decent drive which left me a long iron into the green.  The hole was located in the front left portion of the green so all I was trying to do was just hit it somewhere in the center of the green and take my two putt and hope.


My second shot was struck well but had a bit of a fade to it and the ball released through the back right portion of the green ending up on the back right fringe.  My opponent had a shorter second shot into the green and left his approach just short of the green in a spot where a chip in was still possible.  I had roughly 50 feet for my third shot with a tremendous amount of right to left break with a green that was sloping from back to front.  My brother happened to be on the bag for me and he wasn't very helpful with the read so I was left to my own devices and picked out a spot quite a few feet to the right of the hole and just told myself to try and get the speed right.   As the ball left the putter face I knew instantly that my speed might have been a bit aggressive but hopefully the line would hold.  As the putt got closer to hole I began to worry that if the ball didn't go in it might end up off the green and give my opponent the chance to send this to extra holes just by making birdie.  About a few feet from the hole I began praying for the hole/flagstick to just get in the way.  What happened next still gives me goosebumps to this day.  The ball headed straight for the hole, hit the flagstick and fell in for an improbably eagle and a 2 up victory.  I ran around the green like Hale Irwin at Medinah, except I had nobody to give high fives to except my brother.


And that is why, to this day, Gulph Mills GC remains one of my all time favorite courses to play.


 

[Garland Bayley]

First one that came to mind was 17th at Brora playing two ball foursomes at Buda. Had 200 yards uphill. Hit 3 wood straight at the flag. Ball finished directly in line with the flag maybe 10 feet short. Bryan Izatt stepped up and drained the birdie.

Second one was when I was 55. Popped up drive on a reachable par 5. Left with 250 to center of a significantly raised green on a level hole, I flew it to the center of the green finishing 6 feet from a back pin. A good drive there usually left me 185 out. Was never able to hit it anywhere near as close from 185.

PS If I could read putts as well as Bryan Izatt, I would have had an eagle. Convinced myself there was break in the putt. Stroked it exactly like I wanted to. There was no break!

[Tommy Williamsen]

I have had 38 holed shots, ie 4 proper hole in ones, 14 other 1s on par 3 courses and 20 holed shots from the fairway. They are shots you always remember.

It is amazing that you have kept track of those shots.

[Tommy Williamsen]

The most memorable shot I ever witnessed was on 17 at Cypress Point on my one and only time there. My best friend is an 18 and slices or fades almost every shot he hits. We had just come off 16 where he hit every ball in his bag into the ocean with ever weaker slices. On 17 I hand him a brand new ball from my bag and instruct him to keepit on dry land. Hi hit his tee shot behind the trees in the middle of the fairway. We get there and he has about 175 yards left. He promptly tells me he is going to start the shot over the ocean and hook it onto the green. I plead with him to just chip it out where he has a clear shot to the green. He stands over the ball and took the biggest swing I've ever seen him take. The ball takes off and hooks mightily onto the green. Two putts later he walks off with a four. It was the most fun shot I've ever seen.

[Carl Rogers]

Sleepy Hole, Suffolk, VA: approx date 2005.  Hole 13, short par 5, roaring down wind, rained hard the day before, thus somewhat soggy through the green conditions.  Greens pretty firm.
Shot 1: bad drive pull hooked into bunker
Shot 2: awkward stance, indifferent lie, hacked the ball out to approx 150 from the middle of the green

Shot 3: Flag in front of a long narrow green.  My read of the shot:
..... a normal approach shot would hit hole high and just keep going
...... taking less club would plug into the soft turf short of the green
.,... which led me to the conclusion to take more club (5 iron) and hit a long chip shot trying to hit short of the green on a lower trajectory that would skip forward.
..... result, a good shot and a very lucky shot that was holed!!!
What I am proud of is that I was able to read the conditions of play and match that up with a shot type that I could actually pull off.

[Greg Smith]

Given the pandemic, some of us haven't played for awhile.  The very last round I played was in the fall of 2019, and the venue was special -- Merion East.  Given the novelty of the situation, my frame of mind was reasonably focused.  The last thing we did before teeing off was to step on the practice green and stroke a few.  Right then, I saw something happen I'd never seen before -- the putts were going EXACTLY on the line I hit, and staying there.  I've never been a bad putter; I've hit lots of good putts before.  But these were really going EXACTLY on line!  I had to attribute it to the sheer beauty of the putting surface.

Me to my host:  "Do they all putt like this?"  Answer:  "Yep."  OK then!  Just pick my line, and all I have to account for is speed.  Start with expecting everything to be twice as fast as normal and I'm good!  Plus, I had a great caddy to help read putts.  I got this!

Drove pretty well that round.  Couldn't hit an accurate iron shot all day though, and was bunkered to death.  But stepping on the green I had CONFIDENCE.  The star of the front nine was a 30-footer on the 4th, but there were a few other notables that side.

Got to the 11th and split the fairway.  110 yards, 9-iron -- which I promptly sliced onto the dry land RIGHT of the creek.  Way to short-side myself!   Now I'm pitching from long rough, over the wall -- so no way I'm leaving that short; now I'm 20-plus feet past the hole.  What a waste of a good drive.

But stepping on that green, the line looked like it was drawn on the grass, and the hole looked a foot wide.  Knew it was going in all the way.  That putt was center cut, just seemed like the purest putt I'd ever hit.  For a miraculous 4.  On the 11th at Merion.  With the ghost of Bobby Jones watching.  I am an aging 18-cap -- that was a BIG deal. 

Despite consistently decent driving and fine, fine putting I still didn't break 100 -- that's how awful my irons and bunker play were.  But it felt like a 78, and it was the greatest day ever.  Since that day we've moved into a new world, and who knows what the outcome will be.  If that putt on the 11th has to be my last glorious memory of golf, I'll take it!

[Jerry Kluger]

My most memorable shot happened at last year's Buda Cup at Goswick Golf Club.  My wife's closest friend lives in Birmingham, UK and her husband, Chris, is a golfer and he played in last year's Buda. I was playing my Buda match in the group behind Chris and when we arrived at the 18th our matches were over and Chris' group was on the green.  The 18th is a 270 yard downhill par 4 and the rest of the group decided to wait but I said "screw it, I'm going to hit."  So I hit my shot and it rolls up onto the green and right between Chris' legs as he is putting - this was a one in a million shot.  I am dying of laughter and when we finally arrive at the green there is Chris giving me this look where he raises one eyebrow and I am still laughing.  I will never forget it.  BTW: This is why Sean Arble refers to me as "no apologies."


I also remember my first hole in one about 5 years ago but it cannot compare to the shot at Goswick.

[Mark Pearce]

A few years back (2008) a client and I won the North Eastern qualifier for an overblown corporate golf jamboree holding itself out as the "World Corporate Masters".  The previous year's final had been in Abu Dhabi, the next year was in Nice.  The year we got to the "final" it was at Bovey Castle in Devon.  The evening before the final, we had a "masterclass" from Jamie Moul, who the previous year had been the number 1 ranked amateur in the world and Danny Willett's partner in the Walker Cup foursomes.  Moul was the third (of three) in the cabin that my client and I stayed in and great company. 


The 9th hole of the course is a par 3 and, in the final, was a "beat the pro" hole.  I had played out of my skin on the front 9 off a handicap of 14, and when Jamie asked how we were doing, I told him I needed a par to shoot level par for 9 holes for the first time in my life.  He played his tee shot, to a steeply inclined green angling right to left, to the front right, telling us that that was his strategy, hit the green to leave an uphill putt and make par.  I stepped up and hit as good a shot as I have ever hit, high, with a slight draw, bouncing about 4 feet in front of the flag and stopping two feet short.  I holed the putt for birdie and a one under front 9 and was the only player on the day to "beat the pro".

[Pat Burke]

1990 Q School finals last round PGA West Nicklaus
Missed three makable birdie putts on 15/16/17
Drove it perfect on 18. Thinking I need birdie to regain my tour card. Back left pin
Did not feel like 5 iron would get to top of tier  where hole location was so decided to hit a 4 iron


Hit what I felt was a perfect shot.  Ball flew pin high and bounced 2 steps over green into a cuppy downhill lie.  Pitched it about 8 feet by and missed putt to miss card by one shot


I was so proud of the 4 iron for about 7 seconds, and have been angry about the club choice since then

[Marty Bonnar]

Pat,
Here’s my memory of a great shot of yours.

I saw you play a shot from the left side bunker on the 7th at Carnoustie which was, quite frankly, in my amateur eyes, impossible. The ball was ridiculously close to the front revetment, really tight into the sand/grass face. I was guessing you’d try and pop it out, chip and hope for a bogey. NO, you walked in there, adjusted your grip and stance, one leg up on the edge, swung easy and landed the bloody thing on the green.
The single best example of the difference between golf pros and us amateur eedjits. I’ll never forget it.
Much love,
M.

[Mike Hendren]

In the company of Adam Clayman at Quintero I once hit a teed ball backward without it striking any object.   Done it another time since then.


How you ask? Talent.


Mike

[Mark Smolens]

1st (and only  ) trip to Bandon. Arrive in Portland and drive to Bandon, tee off on Pacific Dunes, trying to get in 18. Reach 13th hole, sun going down over the Pacific on my left, Surfer Dave hands me the 3 hybrid, pretty good breeze in my face. Perfect swing, and all we could see was the ball drawing right at the pin, but sun and approaching dusk make it hard to see. I get an "ooh" from Dave, and as we walk up the hill he says "you won't hit a better shot this week." 3' behind hole. The memory of that ball in the air, drawing perfectly toward the hole still gives me goosebumps.

[John Kavanaugh]

My middle child was born in August of 89. I carried a beeper with me so I could get back home when my wife went into labor. Just as I nailed my second shot on a par five the familiar chirp of an 80's transaction echoed from my cart. If the ball had went in I wouldn't have been faced with the easiest decision of my life. Wait for my three other playing partners to eventually reach the green and take my shot at an eagle or drop everything and rush to the hospital for the birth of my second child. A voice spoke to me as I lined up the putt. Make it and you will have a second son, miss it and it's a girl. That single putt has touched my life every hour of every day for the past soon to be 31 years.

[Alex Miller]

The one that rises above the rest was without a doubt my greatest golf highlight thus far - an albatross on 16 at Ballyneal.


I also happened to have a couple great friends from this board with me and the setting nearly matched up to the shot itself. 205 up the hill, right to left crosswind off a slight right to left lie. At elevation so I set up for a draw starting from the right edge of the green to draw into the mid-left hole location, sitting just below a slope. The uphill shot was intimidating, but luckily I'd already had a couple cracks at it that weekend. Still, I knew I had the ball flight to get up for the shot even if I couldn't see the cup itself.


It was one of those rare swings and subsequent shots that goes just how my mind's eye had drawn it up. It got up in the air quickly and gently rode the wind - I knew it would be good right away and was excited for a putt at eagle. I silently watched it until I saw it land about pin high 8 ft right of the hole. At that point it released nearly 45 degrees up the hill and we realized that it ought to come back toward the hole. It gently road the slope and crept back slowly toward the pin.


And all of a sudden, it disappeared! I yelled, jumped up and down asking "Is it in?! Is it in??" We all turned to our caddie who was smiling and confirmed from his countless loops that it was hiding below ground. I think I ran and jumped like a dog in a field for the next minute not knowing what to do with all the adrenaline - likewise hitting my next tee ball was almost impossible. Not a bad way to close out our best ball match, especially with my partner holing his eagle pitch from 40 yards for combined 5 on the hole  .

[JLahrman]

1st (and only  ) trip to Bandon. Arrive in Portland and drive to Bandon, tee off on Pacific Dunes, trying to get in 18. Reach 13th hole, sun going down over the Pacific on my left, Surfer Dave hands me the 3 hybrid, pretty good breeze in my face. Perfect swing, and all we could see was the ball drawing right at the pin, but sun and approaching dusk make it hard to see. I get an "ooh" from Dave, and as we walk up the hill he says "you won't hit a better shot this week." 3' behind hole. The memory of that ball in the air, drawing perfectly toward the hole still gives me goosebumps.

One of my most memorable was on #4 on Pac Dunes. I had played the first three holes in about 70 shots, then got to the fourth tee heading straight into a strong winter wind. Aimed my driver over into the 12th fairway and hit it great, wind brought it back into the middle of the fairway. I had 160 to the hole into a huge headwind. I hit a 4-iron punch that never got more than about 8 or 10 feet off the ground, clipped it just like I wanted right on line and I knew it was the right distance. I wound up with an 8 footer for birdie, which I of course left dead on line and two inches short.

[Tal Oz]

Memorable good - 15th at Cypress Point almost exactly a year ago. Back pin breeze picking up right into us. I hit a flush 8i but no draw and it goes into the back left bunker. I'm not a good bunker player to begin with but even the best would have a tough time keeping it within 20' of that pin. Saw my friend putt out of a bunker on the 16th at Cal Club a few days earlier and decided to try a hybrid bump. Hit it perfectly, popped out of the lip, tumbled through the rough, and released onto the green with a perfect line and stopped within a foot. That's my peak until I hit a hole in one.

Memorable bad - Snap hooked my 3 hybrid off the first tee at Deal through the car park and into the secretary's office via an open window! Then somehow had the guts to walk back into the proshop and pickup a scorecard since I forgot to do that. Got some funny looks.