On a beautiful August Sunday morning in Western Pennsylvania, I stepped into the tee box on the 135 yard, Par 3, 17th hole at my home course, 1781 Club. The hole slopes downhill and the pin placement was on the front right. I flushed a 9 iron on the left side of the green, the ball landed and began rolling across the green from left to right tracking towards the pin. I was just hoping the ball would stop tight to the pin. As the ball rolled closer to the pin I was saying for it to sit. Then it happened, I heard the ball tink the pin and then disappear into the hole. It was so surreal to watch it all unfold as my first hole in one was into an elevated green and was not able to see it unfold. It still has sunk in fully that I have not only been lucky once, but twice.