It was labor day weekend and the plans were to go play a round at this tough new course close to home. People were busy so i made plans with the family instead. Next thing i know i'm getting a call being begged to be a forth. After denying their request a couple times i finally decided to go (with the wifes approval to bail on them, or course). After a long day of scrambling finally we get to the 17th. 168 yards, course alongside a lake so you know its windy and i'm between clubs. So going back and forth between a 7 and 8, the 7 i was even lucky to still have in my bag after attempting to break it over a tree the week before, i chose to use my two club lengths and back off the box and use the still in tact 7. As i'm marking off my club lengths i'm thinking to myself, i must look like a fool cause i'm nowhere near a good enough golfer that this would ever matter. As luck would have it i hit a crisp 7 knocking down two feet in front of the hole, one hop and in for my first ever hole-in-one. So between not going to play, having the right club, and using my club length it was all PURE LUCK.