I have two and a half holes in one. First was in the British Universities at Headingley GC. Around 7 or 8 I think. 4 iron from 188. I got horribly stuck and managed to save it. I hate that shot so much. Damn thing went in the hole after two bounces. I was like “no! It’s not supposed to be like that!” I had bogeyed the first par three. Parred the third one so I had a 1, 3 and a 4. Made a 2 on the last par three knowing I needed to for the full set. Quite proud of that.
Second one was in a tournament about 3 months later at Bognor Regis. My playing partner on 10 hit it straight down the throat of it. He said “no! Don’t go in! I can’t afford the bar bill” it lipped out and wound up 6 inches away. I hit mine. I’m pretty sure it hit his pitch mark which nudged it on line and it went in. That was basically a perfect shot. Ecstatic about that one.
The half was a 80 yard hole on the pitch and putt course at turnberry. I yanked it 15 yards left of the hole. It hit a bank on the side, kicked sideways right and slammed straight into the hole.
Three other stories. One is perhaps the best shot I ever hit. At Royal Cinque Ports. 4th hole and the wind is howling into. It’s about 145 and I hit a three quarter feathered 3 iron. It started 6 feet right and drew 6 feet. Landed 6 inches in front of the hole, bounced up, nuzzled the flag and dropped down an inch away. It was so perfect in every way.
Two is a buddy of mine who has been a UK scratch or better for 30 years. Never had one. The closest he’s been was a blind shot. He hit it straight at it. Gets up there and his pitch mark is 6” in front of the hole dead on line. The ball is hanging half over the back lip and perfectly in line with the pitchmark and the flag.
Three a kid at school. Short par four and it’s a winter tee at the front of the regular tee. He hit 1 iron. We get down there and his ball is one inch short of the hole on line. He was on his hands and knees, clubs on his back pounding the ground repeating “one more roll! Just one more roll!!” Over and over.