A true story about the most incredible shot. If you can top this let me know.

I was the golf professional at the Biltmore Forest CC in Asheville in the 1980s. About 3:30 on a quiet July afternoon, I was ridding around the golf course for some reason. I came up behind a member as he was about to hit his tee shot on the 3rd hole. It's a 156 yard par 3. It was a perfectly sunny, windless day and I was careful to stay quietly out of the golfer's view.

The golfer was Paul Creek. At the time he was 87 years, played three times a week, pulled his cart and was quite hard of hearing.

He hit his iron shot from the men's tees. It was a grounder. It raced forward and collided with a ladies tee marker. The ball leaped high in the air going backward over Paul's head. On its way down, it hit the brick wall that was behind a water fountain that was directly behind the tee. Then down against the concrete base beneath the fountain and back high up in the air headed back toward the tee. On its way it got tangled up with a tree. The ball finally fell from the tree AND ENDED UP IN A WIRE MESH WASTE BASKET RIGHT NEXT TO THE MEN'S TEE MARKER.

Paul did not follow the whole shot. As he turned around, he saw me sitting in the cart. I was probably laughing a little. In his gruff voice he asked, "Where

did my ball go? Did you see it?” I was not able to say anything just yet. I had just witnessed the most remarkable golf shot I had ever seen and was not able to catch my breath just yet. I walked over to the waste basket, reached in and produced his golf ball without saying a word. I handed it to him.

Paul did not say anything. He didn't need to. The look on his face was quizzical amazement. I was totally incapable of explaining how his ball found its way into the waste basket. I just walked back to the cart and drove to the golf shop.

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