On vacation in Hilton Head, playing one of my favorites, Old South. Hole #8, par3 116 yds. I had to club up since the air was so thick and humid. Hit a solid 9 iron. It looked like it was draining right, coming down and started rolling towards the pin. I saw it roll for a few seconds then disappeared. I walked up to the green and saw my ball mark about a foot from the cup. There was my DT Solo, in the cup, hugging the flag stick.