It was Sunday morning On a gorgeous day at Springfield golf and country club. I was playing with John and picked a five hybrid for a par three 150 yard thirteenth hole. When I hit it it felt good and was headed to the pin. It hit the fringe to the left of the bunker and I lost it. I walked up and looked in the bunker and above the hole and could not find it. John hit his second shot toward the hole and when I went to the flag I saw it my ball in the hole. Awesome. My granddaughter Ella made me a cupcake.