It was a warm July morning in Northern Michigan. I was playing in a memorial tournament in honor of a family member. The day began to warm up as we approached the 12th tee which was playing 136 yards up hill. My dad had the tee, he hit just right of the green. I then took the tee box and struck a 9 iron on the screws. As the ball flew we both knew it was going to be good. As my dad said the words "Oh Ty" I knew it could have a chance. the ball landed into the face of the second tear of a three teared green, and spun back to a front hole location. I could not see the cup, but as I turned to my dad I said " That's either in, or very close". As we climbed the hill to the green I peered eagerly towards the pin. I could not see my ball. I grabbed my putter and walked onto the green only to see one ball above ground. My body began to tingle as I approached the hole. I look into the hole and there my Pro V1 was. My dad and I jumped, screamed, and hugged as we celebrated this once in a lifetime shot.