Lest it sound like I always pull out my 7 iron for a 170 yard shot, the hole is a little downhill and there was a breeze at my back. I figured that combo was worth about 1/2 club to a club. Still, it was one of those magical moments where everything worked like it was supposed to and I was Arnold Palmer for about 5 minutes... Of course, a few minutes earlier, I had taken an 8, on the #11 par 5. It was a complete butchery of the hole. One shot into a creek and one shot into their brutal rough and I had a 10 footer to save double bogey. I missed it and put a snowman on the scorecard (which I will have framed because it has that "1" on it). Shot a not-so-great 91 for the round. But holes 13 thru 18 didn't really matter at that point...