Okay, let me tell you about this absolutely wild day I had on the course. It still feels a bit unreal, honestly.
Hitting the Links
So, I headed out to my usual spot early Saturday morning. The weather was decent, a bit breezy, but nothing too bad. Felt pretty good, swinging okay on the range before I started. Wasn’t expecting anything spectacular, just looking forward to a relaxing round, you know?
The First Sign of Madness
Played the front nine pretty steady. Nothing amazing, nothing terrible. Then I got to the 12th hole. It’s a tricky little par 3, maybe 155 yards over some water, pin was tucked right at the front.
I pulled out my 7-iron. Felt confident over the ball, took a smooth swing. The contact was perfect. Just pure. The ball took off on a great line, high draw right at the flagstick. It landed softly just past the pin and started trickling back… and then it just vanished. Gone. Disappeared right into the cup!
My playing partners, Mike and Sarah, saw it too. We just stood there for a second, stunned. Then the shouting started! High fives, disbelief. My first ever hole-in-one! The feeling was incredible. Bought drinks at the turn, obviously, buzzing like crazy.
Lightning Strikes Twice? Seriously?
Alright, so I’m still floating when we get to the 13th tee. It’s another par 3, back-to-back short holes on this course. This one’s a bit shorter, about 140 yards, slightly downhill. The green slopes quite a bit.
Still shaking a little from the excitement, I grabbed my 8-iron. Mike joked, “Do it again!” We all laughed. I wasn’t even thinking properly, just went through my routine. Took the swing. Didn’t feel quite as pure as the last one, maybe caught it a tiny bit thin.
But the line… the line was spot on again. It landed short of the hole, maybe 10 feet, and started rolling. It just kept tracking… tracking… rolling… and honest to God, it dropped right in the center of the cup. Again.
Absolute Pandemonium
Nobody said anything for like five seconds. Just dead silence. Then it was pure chaos. Mike tackled me (gently!), Sarah was screaming. The group waiting on the tee behind us had seen both shots and they were going nuts too. It was just… unbelievable. Utterly insane. I couldn’t speak. Two aces. In a row. On consecutive par 3s.
- First ace: Hole 12, 155 yards, 7-iron.
- Second ace: Hole 13, 140 yards, 8-iron.
I mean, what are the odds? Astronomical, right? I felt like I was dreaming.
The Rest of the Round (Did it Matter?)
Honestly, the rest of the round was a complete blur. I think I topped my next tee shot. Couldn’t focus at all. My hands were still shaking. Every shot felt weird. But it didn’t matter one bit. We just kept talking about it, laughing, shaking our heads. Finished the round, signed the scorecards (which looked ridiculous), and spent a good while in the clubhouse retelling the story to anyone who would listen.
What a day. Two aces in a row. Still can’t really process it. Guess I used up all my golfing luck for the rest of my life in about 10 minutes. Absolutely unforgettable.
