While not being serious as a child-we always would whack balls around as my older brothers caddied-but playing about 50 years more or less-out at beautiful public course in Stony Point NY, high above the Hudson River which you can look down on from many of the elevated tees-my best friend who I brainwashed into golf some 15 years ago was in town from Istanbul for his birthday-I go to Turkey often and now know tons of Turks who play golf and because of my friend they all want to play Patriot Hills-not only for the golf but the herds of deer, red foxes, tons of squirrels and wildlife of all kinds-as it is public we are paired with great guy retired NYPD post-knee replacement and small Korean woman who doesn't say much, smiles and nods and has a backswing that makes John Daly's looks short-(on the 6th she gets a phone call drives up to her ball-picks it up and without looking back waves and drives off to who knows where)-BSing as we all do the question comes up from out retired friend asking-who knows why-about if we ever had a hole in one-we all talk of our "close encounters"-me 5 sticks and 3 with the ball over the cup but not in-and some other stories but none of us actually had a hole in one -that is until we tee off on the short 9th overlooking the Hudson-hitting a marked up Pro-V1-I'm sure I found it somewhere-hitting my ancient DCi pitching wedge-no exact measurement 113 on the card but more like 109-nice and easy-I knew it was close but we could not see due to the sun-as we drive up we only see two balls yet mine was clearly closest and I said -"you know it must be in" and there it was -dumb luck no doubt about it