I've been golfing now for about sixteen years, had a few close ones, but this isn't a story about horseshoes. It was Sunday July15th, and my dad and I went to play our usual Sunday morning round at Big Oaks in Pleasant Prairie Wisconsin. We got to the second hole which is a 183 par 3. I was the first to tee off and hit that perfect shot. It started off on the left edge of the green and drew back into the whole. From 183 yards all me and John saw was a single big bounce and then nothing. My dad and Termite saw the direction but lost sight of the ball before it got to the hole. So after everyone hit we took our ride up to the green and didn't see any balls on the green in line with the pin. I then noticed that the pin had a pretty good lean on it towards the back of the whole, so I took a walk up there, and there it was tucked away in the cup! I threw my arms up, received some congratulation's and continued on with my round to shoot my lowest of the year with an 81 on a par 72.