I finally aced a hole on Sunday morning August 9th and it only took 55 years (I started playing when I was 10) to happen. It happened on the 183 yard 7th hole at Olde Oak Golf Course in Kirkville, New York, with my son Mike on hand to witness the shot. The only thing that could have made the moment more special is if my younger son, Jon, could have been on hand as well. I used a 4 hybrid and a #8 Pro X1x (my ball of choice) and I hit the ball cleanly. The green dips down from front to the middle and Mike, thought I hit it to the same spot (middle of the green, past the hole) I hit it to the day before. I saw the ball hit and roll and lost sight of it and I thought I hit into the rough behind the flagstick. When we reached the green we found the ball in the hole. Surprisingly, I had more of a sense of relief, than euphoria, as I always thought that if I ever did get a hole in one, it would happen when I was playing alone.