Walked up as a single and got paired with 3 older guys playing from the senior tees. Their regular 4th was out and being a bunch of old guys, always teed off in the same order no matter the previous hole score. I was #3 that day, it was funny. #14 at Olmos, first guy hits his usual low bullet, 20 yards short of the green, rolls on and looks to be about 10 feet pin high, second guy (oldest of the bunch) hits a similar shot and I swear I thought it hit the pin and told him so, the flag was barely over the front ridge of the green. He said "I can't see that far". I hit it to about 15 feet pin high and the last guy hits it to the front edge. As we walk up to the green we see the 3 balls on the green and I said "I told you so, go look". There it was and #1 guy made his birdie putt and was *****ing about losing the hole. I had to sign the scorecard because they said the missing guy wasn't going to believe him. That actually is one of most favorite rounds ever, those guys were a hoot to play with.
One guy of our regular group had a new hybrid he didn't like, complained about it so much he gave it to one of the other guys. 3-4 rounds later the guy that took the club aced a 195 yard hole with that same club with the giver watching. Even funnier, we sat through about a 45 minute frost delay and the guy with the hole in one wanted to blow off that day and we talked him in to staying. Of course the giver has never had a hole in one and we like to bring that story up every time that guy pulls out the hybrid.
My first one was on #18 at Brackenridge before the remodel. It was 150 yards and I hit a very low 7 iron if you know what I mean, hit at the front of the green, was primed to go off the back but hit the pin squarely about a foot above the hole and dropped straight down the flag and in. It happened so fast it really didn't register for a few seconds. Fortunately for me it was Sunday morning about 11:00 and I was playing with one other guy so no drinks were involved.
My second was a pure shot, #11 at Willow Springs, 145 yard 7 iron that started slightly left of the flag, took one small hop forward and trickled into the hole. Playing with a buddy and another guy that walked up so that one only cost me about $100 in drinks.