We actually weren't sure we would even play that day. Storms were rolling through northern Michigan when we arose that morning, and the greens fees at Kingsley Club are not inexpensive. As we drove through Traverse City, the skies brightened and the four of us got more excited about our prospects. The four of us were myself, my wife Amy, and Dan and Anita Watson. Friends from our home Club: Country Club of Detroit. We were all up North for the Fourth of July week and had played golf at a couple other venues on Sunday and Monday. Kingsley Club was our last round together, and would prove to be a memorable one. Amy and I had played the course before, but the Watsons had not. A fore caddy is required if you take a cart - which the Watsons did. Amy and I both had our own caddy for the round. We teed off at 2pm behind the Members who were playing that day. It is a tough course with domes greens and lots of undulations, and a few blind shots. The first hole is a tough uphill par 4, and none of us did very well. In fact, after four holes my round was looking quite poor, but we continued to enjoy the beautiful surroundings and the serenity of being out on the course. We arrived at the #5 Par 3 blue tees, with the flagstick measuring 190 years away into the breeze. My caddie suggested playing it 200 yards, so I instinctively chose my png ISI 5 wood (yes, a vintage club from the mid-90's) and took my aim and stance. The hit was a good one, flying to the right of the flagstick, We couldn't see the hole as there was a bit of a berm in front of the green. The ball bounced and kicked a bit to the left. I looked to see if it would run out to the left on the green we could see, but it never appeared. Dan then teed off and made a good shot, as did Amy from the forward tees. Anita's ball was short of the green. Dan and Anita beat us to the green on their cart as Amy and I were walking up. Only two balls were visible on the green - within 5 or ten feet from the hole, with Anita's ball clearly short off the green. One caddy opined that perhaps Amy had hit her ball too well, but Dan reported that no, Amy's ball was on the green - as was his. DRAT! I thought. My ball must have gone long and landed in the trap behind the green. As I crossed the green, I looked toward the hole as I have done on other occasions knowing the ball would not be in the hole, but there it was; resting at the bottom of the cup. I was taken aback. Could it really be my ball? But the blue "V" I used to mark the Pro V1x was clearly visible. I had made a Hole-in-One. It was an unreal feeling, with everyone whooping and hollering. My wife had the presence of mind to take my picture as I plucked the ball from the hole. Anita chipped up to the green, Dan and Amy both made par, and we moved on to the next hole. So now I knew I would be memorializing the scorecard, and was motivated to make sure I came in with a decent score. My play improved markedly from the initial four holes and I walked away after 18 with an 85. Pretty good for a guy who is happy when he breaks 90. By the time we got back to the clubhouse, all the Members were gone, so there was no one to buy drinks for - except us. It is still hard to believe I actually made a hole-in-one. A thrill of a lifetime.