/teamtitleist/b/hole-in-one-stories/posts/hole-in-one-great-memory-with-my-father I was 13 and my dad was still teaching me how to play. I was having a terrible round and was just ready to leave. He insisted that I continue for at least one more hole. I grudgingly agreed and set up my shot. Didn't even take a practice swing. Tooken-USTelligent Community 10