My Dad came into town and it was time to get back out on the course. We tee'd off as a twosome as the course wasn't that busy, but of course it was slow. After the turn the threesome in front became a 2 and on the 12th we joined up and enjoyed that special aspect of golf. Where it doesn't matter who you're playing with, you end up having a great time. After a rough par 5 we head to the uphill blind hole par 3. Jim (one of the other players is off to the side in his own cart) races up the hill after I hit. I thought I hit it well enough, tracking but expected it to be long. Sure enough we get to the green and no ball, I proceed to start heading to the back. Jim chimes in "that looked real good, you might want to check". With that comment I noticed a fresh ball mark about 10-12' behind and left of the cup. SO I GO LOOK. Sure as sh*t there she is!. My second hole in one, my Dad saw it, and I have 3 witnesses. Amazing. I wish I could have shared it with my Wife, she passed about 3 weeks prior. I guess I had a bit of help on this one.