I am a special education teacher and have the luxury of summers off of work. Needless to say not all of my golfing companions have the same fortune. So, many days I golf with random chums at the local courses, or, like this day whack some balls by myself. I started on the back nine for some practice by myself. I parred the opening par four with out much trouble. After recording my score my eccentric uncle Joe and two of our family friends saw me and asked to join. Of course I said yes, because they always add some much needed flavor to the game. The very next hole is a 150 yard par three. The pin was located in the front right portion, where it was very inaccessible and out of sight. I struck a perfect 8 iron and knew it would be tight. The pin was placed in a location that if you hit the front right location, it would inevitably roll to the back portion of the green due to the severe downslope it was on. Even with a vokey!!! The shot was spot on line with the flag. When the ball failed to release into sight I knew it had to have at at least hit the pin. Excitedly I approached the green only to see no balls on the green. Because uncle Joe and his companions are less than skilled golfers, they all missed the green by many, many yards, I knew my ball must be in the cup. As I walked up to the elevated green I saw a ball mark about 12 inches in front of the cup. Sure enough my ball was in.... Thank god for good ole uncle joe showing up when he did... While my bar bill was very large, it was better than being called a bullshitter that hit a hole in one with no witnesses... Thanks Joe bear...