Foggy Morning

The fog was hanging low over the 12th hole of Forrest Crossing Golf Club. We could barely see the flag on this 139 yd uphill hole.
Two of our foursome had never seen a hole in one. My Titelist NXT Tour S flew straight toward the hole.
When we arrived at the hole thwere was no ball to be found until my partney looked in the hole.
We all concluded we played better with low visability.