I had my first hole-in-one today on the 146 meter 15th hole, hurray. The wind was in my face so I choked down slightly on my six iron and hit the ball about eighty-five percent.
The ball started off slightly to the right of the flag, but it arched back in perfectly with the sweetest little draw you could imagine and hit the front of the green. I figured that it would be pretty close, but never suspected that the ball would go in the hole. Since the hole is slightly uphill and the green is atop a slight rise, no one could see where the ball ended up.
Finally when I reached the top of the hill, there was no ball to be found on the green. I paused and looked around, but realized that there was a pretty good chance that I had aced the hole. I walked over to the flag and saw the ball in the hole, bent down and picked it up, holding the ball triumphantly above my head and showing it to my fellow players.
Finally after more than fifty years of golfing I have an ace under my belt. Better late than never. It will take me awhile to equal my father's record of nine, but it's a good start.
Closeup of the flag from the tee.