My second hole in one was almost 40 years ago. For the last 8 years we've been spending winters in Pinehurst and I've witnessed all my buddies make aces and it felt like my time would never come. It became a joke, I would throw my arms in the air as soon as I hit one at the flag. Many close calls but no luck. Finally, May 19, 2025, my last round on No. 2 before heading to Michigan for the summer, 15th hole with my old Titleist 660 6-iron... We weren't sure it went in until we reached the green. One other ball on the green and it's pitch mark, and another pitch mark about 5 feet short of the hole but no ball. Hum.... could it be?! Go up to check the hole and sure enough, there it was. FINALLY! My Titleist #16 staring back at me from the bottom of the hole. A beautiful sight!