It was on the pristine 17th hole at Palatine Hills Golf Course(IL) - a 137 yard sweetly struck 9-iron that flew high and true toward the slightly elevated green until landing confidently on the front fringe then softly hopped on the green just in front of the hole disappearing quickly into the cup. It was 90 degrees that day with little to no wind, perhaps only a slight southwesterly zephyr. I then proceeded to bogie the 18th and headed off to work!