I messed my wrist up pretty bad in the gym about a month and a half prior. couldn't hit my irons nearly as far as I normally could, so when it came to a par 3 at 135 yards, I was forced to use a 9 iron. I even joked that I would be the guinea pig in regards to the yardage. right off the club, it felt good, just hoped it was the right club. landed 10 feet passes the hole directly over pin, and spun back in. My group was more excited than I was haha. It was my third ace, and after years of playing hockey, I have the mentality of acting like you've been there before, so no big celebration. Although I had a smile for days lol