My Crazy Golf Day: Two Aces in a Row
Alright, let me tell you about something wild that happened on the golf course. Seriously, you probably won’t believe it, I barely do myself sometimes. We’re talking two holes-in-one. Back-to-back. Yeah, I know how that sounds.
It was just a regular Thursday afternoon. Headed out to my usual spot, the local muni course, nothing fancy. Went with my buddy Tom, we play together pretty much every week. Weather was decent, maybe a bit windy, but nothing crazy. We weren’t playing for anything, just smacking the ball around, you know?
We get to the 5th hole. It’s a short par 3. Downhill, maybe 125 yards that day with the pin tucked in the front. Usually, I’d hit a pitching wedge or a soft 9-iron. I grabbed the 9-iron. Didn’t feel like a perfect swing, maybe pulled it just a hair left of the flag. But it landed soft on the green, took one bounce, and then just… disappeared.
Tom was already looking for his ball way right. I squinted. “Did… did that just go in?” I mumbled. Tom looked up. We both kinda stared at the green for a second. We walked down there, getting closer, still not seeing a ball anywhere near the hole. And then, yup. There it was. Nestled right in the bottom of the cup. My first ever ace! I went ballistic. Yelling, high-fiving Tom, the whole shebang. Just totally buzzing.
Then came the really weird part.
We get to the 6th hole. Another par 3. This one was a bit longer, playing about 140 yards, slightly uphill, wind kinda swirling. I was still riding the high from the last hole, heart probably beating way too fast. Honestly, I wasn’t even thinking straight. Grabbed my 8-iron this time.
Took the swing. Felt a bit thin, to be honest. Thought it might come up short. The ball flight was low, straight at the pin, but I figured it would hit the upslope and stop. It landed short of the green, hit firm ground, and just started rolling. And rolling. Like it had GPS or something. Straight towards the flagstick. We watched it track… track… track… and CLUNK. Hit the pin and dropped straight down.
Silence.
Tom just looked at me, his jaw kinda hanging open. I looked at him. Neither of us said anything. We just started walking towards the green, almost in slow motion. I think I was shaking. We got up there, peered into the hole… and there it was. Another ball. My ball. Sitting there.
Two holes. Two swings. Two aces.
It was absolutely nuts.
- Hole 5: Par 3, 125 yards, 9-iron.
- Hole 6: Par 3, 140 yards, 8-iron.
The rest of the round? A complete blur. Couldn’t hit a barn door after that. My mind was just blown. Tom kept laughing and shaking his head. Of course, I had to buy drinks back at the clubhouse. That bar tab hurt a bit, not gonna lie. But man, what a story, right? Pure, dumb luck. Haven’t come close since, and probably never will again. But I’ll never forget that day. Absolutely wild.
