It's been 23 years since my last ace. Mediocre front nine 3 over par, birdie free. Hole #12, 174 yards on the tips. Choked up 1" on my T100s 7 iron to knock off 5 yards. Butter cut at the front left trap walming its way back to the pin as planned. After impact i said to my wife "Oh this is gonna be good". Center front flag. Landed 8 feet short, began to roll, disappeared. I yelled "NO WAY...NOT NOW, NO WAY!" in reference to being 4 over par going into #12. I took off sprinting, ignoring the rest of my family wanting to possibly tee off. Glad they saw this happen and we're willing to wait for a 46yr old to make what must have been a brisk jog. When I got to the green I slowed to a creep and peeked in, pulled it, both hands up facing the tee box in triumph. The roars ensured. The gentlemen on the 13th tee heard the cheers and joined in.
Grateful to accomplish this around such great people. The ace sparked a 3 under par 33 bringing me back to an even par 72 day. What a wonderful day.