The hole is an elevated Par 3, you can see the pin but not the green. I hit a decent shot that hit the grassy slope before the green but it was directly inline with the pin. Mo, another golfer hit a good shot just to the right of my line. When we got up to the green only one ball was visible and of course we both thought it was our ball. Mo got to the ball and declared it was his. I then said “where is mine, I know I was at the pin”. I walked towards the hole and there was my ball 1/2 way down the hole wedged against the pin. Of course I started screaming, “it’s in the hole”. What a great feeling, another bucket list item fulfilled!