My playing partners suggested I put it onto the green. I replied, "on the green would be the shot of a lifetime". The ball landed short of the green, rolled up the hill, and disappeared (the green sloped away from us, and was uphill). I expected it went past the hole. After we searched for a couple of minutes in the long grass, I said, "I will check the hole just in case", and there it was, much to my surprise. I haven't hit less than 100 for at least a decade or two, and have never gotten close to a hole in one, so this was a real surprise. My words before teeing off turned out more prophetic than I could have imagined.