[asleep]

My one and only ace was 204 yard Par 3 to a cup hidden behind a ridge running across the green. When I drove up and didn't see my ball, I was pissed thinking I hit it so well it was over the green in some tall/thick rough. Couldn't find it in a reasonable amount of time, had people bearing down on us, so I dropped and chipped it stiff for a gimme. The guy I was playing with, who was on his fifth or sixth round of golf ever, handed me a ball with my mark on it as we walked back to the cart askng,

"This looks like the balls you play?"

"Where'd you find that?" I demanded.

"It was in the hole....[my eyes popped]....was that your ball?....that you hit?....what a minute, so, you got....AN EAGLE! That's the first eagle I've ever seen!"