At the 10th at Temple Golf Club, I hit a 4 hybrid that felt good straight away, but neither me or my dad saw it land properly. We got up there and I started checking the rough first because I thought it had bounced through the green. Dad kept saying it should be on somewhere. After about a minute, I randomly checked the hole and just froze. Ball was sitting at the bottom. Complete disbelief. Next thing I know I’m sprinting around the green like a headless chicken while my dad’s absolutely losing it laughing and shouting behind me.