A bright calm Sunday morning golfing with friends. The 6th hole at Indian Creek G C is 165 yards with the green having large mounds on either side a bunker on the front left. I hit a crisp shot just slightly left of the green that caught the base of a mound. The ball took a beautiful right bounce and rolled toward the hole. I watched the ball and thought it was behind the hole. Suddenly the ball disappeared into the cup. It was a wonderful feeling. A few weeks later my buddies presented me with a plague commemorating the event.