I’ve been knocking those little white balls around for seven years. And this evening it finally happened. A hole in one!
But no one was there. Not a witness to behold the event. So now I can finally answer the question: If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
It looked beautiful as it was sailing toward its target. I saw it roll up on the green but then it rolled out of view. As I walked to the green, I thought, “well there must be a little ridge there at the front”. As I got closer I still saw no ball on the green. I was silent. I walked up to the flag. There was my Callaway resting at the back of the hole.Â A beautiful sight honored in silence.
Eagle Lake Golf Course #3 160 yards