We played the back nine first and my tee shot on #15 appeared to go in the hole for an Ace. My disappointment hit as we approached the hole and realized my ball was 4 inches left of the hole in the shadow of the flag which made it hard to see it. Alas, my 9-iron on the 138 yard, Par 3 7th landed 4 feet short, hopped once and right in the hole. It was my 2nd Ace of my life. My first one was in 1993, 32 years earlier.