One brother is a doctor and several years he was invited to a medical conference at the Homestead in far western Virginia – home of Sam Snead. My other brother and I invited ourselves. We were crammed into a tiny room that barely slept one, so needless to say sleep was at a premium. But it was all the golf you could play in 2.5 days!
As a side story we ate at the Sam Snead Grill one night and sat at a table under a framed full set of golf clubs – an old set of Snead’s. Under each club was a date and location of a hole-in-one that had been made by each club – even the putter!
Toward the end of a Day 2 round a doctor friend of my brother caught up with us. I had won the previous hole and had the honors. That’s when it happened.
I teed the ball slightly low since I have a bit of an upswing. With a mighty effort and an even mighterer peek I must have caught the ball at the very top dimple. The ball dug into the ground about 8 inches in front of the wooden tee, spun for a second or two in the ground and then jumped straight back and landed about 6 inches directly between my tee – the logo staring at me. Einstein couldn’t have defined it!
The 4 of us were in stunned disbelief and suddenly collapsed into laughter. Miracles do happen on the links.
Fairway Follies, Joe Hinson 