That day, hole #7 was 174 yards to the pin. I used my 7 iron and landed approximately five yards short, it rolled up and dropped in.
It’s an interesting story on what lead up to this day. My grandfather was a golf pro and owned a golf shop here in Edmonton. As a kid, I golfed quite a bit, but totally stopped at 14 years old. Four years ago I thought I should get back at it and have been getting in 50 – 70 rounds per year since then.
This March, my wife and I were in a serious head on collision at highway speed which put an end to all sporting activities, as we focused on physiotherapy and recovery. July 13th, we receive a call that one of our golf partners (Dale) had a heart attack and sadly passed away on the course. The following day I golfed the first round of the year in his spot, with the foursome that had been together for 20 years, a group that I had spared with for three years.
The next weekend, I played my second round of the year, and the following weekend was when I was lucky enough to get my first hole-in-one. That day I was golfing with my friends Marcel, Doug and Billy, but I’m sure there was a fifth riding along with us.
