The outing occurred on our second annual trip to Bandon Dunes Resort. 3 close buddies and I were golfing Old MacDonald for the very first time, and the start Sunday morning was beautiful from a weather perspective (55-60 degrees F, 7-10mph wind), but rocky from a personal play perspective. I was striking the ball well, but ended up in a number of green side bunkers that were steep and deep to say the least. I wrapped up hole four with a quad bogey and it was on to hole 5. I had been playing a Titleist Pro-V1X that was rather dinged up from tree contact earlier in the trip. Admittedly, I love playing Pro-V1Xs, but my game is very amateurish/erratic and it is a terrible feeling to lose them, exhibited the day prior, losing a whole sleeve at Pacific Dunes. Anyhow, I led off hole 5 to quickly "flush" the prior hole. Hole 5 was playing 130 from the green tees, with a slight right to left breeze. A, long, nasty bunker acted as a moat on the front right side of the green and the green was very sloped from back to front. I just wanted to land it safely in the middle, away from the bunker. I used a 50 degree Gap Wedge and put a good swing on it, striking it square, but not with as much height as I typically get with the club. There was enough loft to trust a soft landing. The line was towards the flag's center of green hole location, and a very slight fade was holding up in the wind. The ball lands softly, 5 yards or so back from the flag and perhaps slightly right. It takes a slight role up the back slope, stops near the top, and begins to slowly trickle back down the slope. At this point, my friends had already complimented the strike, but now we are all talking to the ball to "get close" and "keep rolling." The ball continues to trickle down at a very pleasant speed and looping towards the cup. We collectively at this point are yelling, all willing this thing to go in, and sure enough, at a perfect pace, the ball strikes the flag and drops, all of us hearing, and perhaps even "feeling the sound" of the ball hitting the bottom of the cup. At this point, all mayhem breaks loose, adrenaline fueled chest bumps, screaming, and pure elation. What is funny is that my friend (the best golfer out of us all, witness of 4 holes and ones now, with none of his own) who went next and very uncharacteristically duffed his tee shot 50 yards right after. When it came to him taking shot 2, he actually ended up holing out the shot for birdie. We ragged one him pretty good for "always being the bridesmaid" the rest of the day. He again was the most likely to have an ace out of us all. As for my emotions, I remember being in shock, almost stunned the remainder of the day, as a hole and one is something you can never count on. I hope to someday see all of our party hit one, as I am covered now for the remainder of my days. As for the dinged up Titlelist Pro-V1X, it is now retired, on my desk, and next to a plaque from the resort detailing a day I'll never forget.