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Inspired by and dedicated to my Father (RIP). He gave me the "starter set" of clubs that are still in my attic, each oiled appropriately & stored in their individual tubes with sock covers. One day in 1984, at the age of 64, I had invited him to play in the Tinker Civilian Welfare Tourney. Going into our last hole, a 197 yard par 3 into an 14 mph breeze, we were the last team out. A tourney marshal came to the tee box just before anyone had teed off. He told us -11 was the winner in the clubhouse with no ties. Our team was currently at -10. It would take a birdie to tie, an ace to win outright. My father was the anchor. Each of us gave it a good effort, but none of us were on the green. The wind made it a 225 yard par 3, and that's long. The marshal was still there and said, "Looks like the winning team is in the house." He started to drive away, when he heard my father say to the team, "This is it guys. Looks like we need a hole-in-one." and laughed. They all laughed, including the marshal. He asked me for his 2 1/2 wood (they had those back then. It's a strong 3 wood, say 13*). Took a couple of practice swings. I watched him tee it "down", attempting to keep a lower trajectory, under the wind, so to speak. He turned to me and smiled....like he knew something none of the rest of us knew, then took a nice smooth backswing and let'er rip. It bored through the wind, never flinching from its course. No one said a word. It was right online.....it had the distance.....a birdie was still possible. It lit softly and released directly INTO the hole. OMG! None of us could believe our eyes. He had called his shot...almost like Babe Ruth. We won the tourney. I still have 2 trophies (one for winning & one for the Ace). Strangely enough, my father never played another round of golf. That was his last shot. Makes me wonder about that smile.