The Lion Golf Club (Bremen, GA). Hole 2. Par 3. 165 yards….before cell phones had camera!

I never felt the ball—a used Titleist wound ball—come off the face. Only the “click.” I knew the ball would be close and sure enough, it lands on the front of the green and rolls about 10 feet to the right and disappears. I went on to shoot an honest 117. Couldn’t buy a good stroke after that. The club didn’t even make a big deal out of it. Oh, well.