It was a beautiful spring day and I had permission from the boss (wife) to play golf with couple of pals (Jim & Andy) We arrived at the 8th hole, a lovely par 3 of a 168 yards. The hole is slightly down hill with a water hazard on the left, a bunker on the right and no room long. There was a helping wind from behind so I decided to take a 9 iron. The pin was in the middle of the green, I flushed my tee shot with a baby draw which landed just shy of the pin and then trickled in the hole. I was so excited and jumping around as this was my first hole in one. Unfortunately my playing partners thought i was having a laugh as they hadn’t been paying attention. They insisted on taking their tee shots before I could run down to the hole but were kind enough to take some pics of me on the green retrieving my ball from the hole, they told me after they had hoped to capture my disappointment but unfortunately for them the ball was at the bottom of the cup. The ball in question was a prov 1 #7 and is now pride of place in my downstairs toilet much to my wife’s annoyance