We are currently on our annual trip to Myrtle Beach, SC. Something I always really look forward to every year. Not only for the 2 weeks vacation away from the normal work grind, but for the castle building beach outings, pool days, and golf. Lots of golf. This year is Tyler's first time to be able to enjoy the later group outing, and is worth a mention. Our previous 3 attempts at the home par 3 sessions have paid off as you will see.

Cane patch is a $10 par 3 18 hole practice course with no hole longer then 125 yards. Most are around 80 yards which is perfect for the short game practice and tuning sessions. We have started to begin the vacation here to help out our cousin's and brother-in-laws short game, and this year, Tyler joined in.

The first 7 holes were, as expected, an exercise in playing education. "Tyler, ok, that was a great shot, but wait here, the other haven't hit yet....Tyler, stop running around and just stand still while the other hit." This went on and on until the 8th. For some reason, he reached some sort of nirvana state where he walked over to me, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Daddy, I am going to smash this right on the green". He had been dribbling most along the ground, but a few got airborne. But none got close to the green yet. You could see his frustration building as he saw everyone else's ball fly high and land soft on the green. He was learning which is the main reason for this exposure. I said, "I know you can." Then he took it to the next level and said, "I'm going to knock it straight in the hole!"

What happened next is no exaggeration. Lots of golf stories get compared to the fish that got away, that fish was bigger every time the story is told, but this is truth. He proceeded to hit a low fade to an 83 yard hole with the pin in the back. It landed about 20 yards in front of the green on the left side, and started rolling. Broke to the right, and headed straight for the hole. At this point I know it was going to be good. I started to yell as we all do when we want our ball to do things supernatural, like jumping over water or kicking out from forest of trees. "GO BALL!! GET IN THE HOLE!!!!!"

The ball tracked dead on line getting closer and closer, and we all erupted in a flurry of high-fives when it came to stop only 3 feet from the hole. This ended up being the best shot of the day by anyone in the group that day, and even though he eagerly walked up to putt it in and missed it, that was ok, because the shot of that day belonged to Tyler.