I wasn’t expecting magic. Honestly, I was just trying to finish the round strong after a long workday.

I stepped up on the par 3 15th, took my swing, and immediately felt it come slightly off the toe. Not terrible, but not pure either. Still, the ball started tracking straight at the flag the entire way. Everyone in the group watched it climb, land soft, and begin rolling toward the pin.

It drifted just behind the flagstick.

I figured I’d left myself an easy birdie putt.

Without even thinking much about it, I bent down and started fixing my divot while the other three guys in my group teed off. Then I pulled out my rangefinder to check how far behind the hole the ball had rolled.

But I couldn’t find it.

At first I thought maybe it had trickled off the back of the green. I scanned left. Right. Nothing.

Then one of the guys said, “Dude… it might actually be in.”

That’s when everything changed.

My heart immediately started pounding. The walk to the green felt unreal, like my brain was trying to catch up to what was happening. Every step made it feel more possible, and somehow less believable at the same time.

Then I looked in the cup.

There it was.

My first hole-in-one.

I pulled out my phone to record taking the ball out of the hole, and you can literally see me shaking in the video. Not normal shaking either — my whole body felt like it was vibrating uncontrollably. Adrenaline, disbelief, excitement… all at once. It felt completely surreal, and honestly, it still does.

The craziest part is that earlier that same week — Easter Sunday — I’d been outside looking for Easter eggs and found three four-leaf clovers stacked right next to each other. Three of them.

Maybe that was the sign.

Because sometimes in golf, and maybe in life too, it’s better to be lucky than good.