Hole in one

Well, it finally happened. I was on the 7th hole of the Warman Golf Club with a light breeze to my back. The hole is 137 yards to the pin but there is an intimidating bunker staring me down with the green wrapping around both sides. The pin placement is, of course, directly behind the bunker. No worries, the morning is beautiful, I'm hitting well and there's no way Clint and Dad are going to beat me today (sorry guys), let's go at the flag. With the wind at my back and 137 to the hole I figure a 9 iron should do it. The swing felt great, there was good contact with the ball and it flew straight. I lost it momentarily in the sun but picked it up as it started to come back down with the flag in its sights. It landed about 4' from the hole and spun to the right as if the ball had eyes ... and then it disappeared. Dad said, "I think it went in the hole!" I thought, no, we must have just lost it in the shadows. As we approached the green it became apparent that the ball was no where to be seen. With baited breath I walked up to the hole and looked inside. There it was! My first hole in one!

I kept the ball and I think I'll frame it or something. Dad and Clint gave me the score card under the condition that I couldn't frame it. So I'll just tell you all what they shot. Just kidding guys, your secrets safe with me. As for me, I'm not thinking of turning pro just yet. I might have to trim off a couple of strokes (each hole that is). But you take what you can get and I'm pretty happy to get this one. So, for all you golfers out there, keep your head down and your hands lose.

Tim Sawatzky