The thread about first ever birdie's got me thinking yesterday. I honestly don't remember my first birdie, but I definitely remember my first eagle - and my first "true" eagle! Allow me to clarify...
I netted my first eagle a few years after I had taken up the game of golf. It was a 270 yard par 4, and I smacked a beautiful drive to the back fringe of the green. I sunk a 30-foot right to left downhill putt and voila! My first ever eagle. But was it a "true" eagle? For some reason - perhaps due to the short nature of the hole or perhaps the course itself (9 holes, par 29), I could never bring myself to proudly admit my accomplishment. It was almost as if I was ashamed that my eagle had come on such an easy hole/course.
It wasn't until several years later that I would have an opportunity to wash away the doubt. After a blistering drive and a slightly thin, but accurate 4 iron brought me to the green in 2 on a par 5, I holed a 12 foot putt for my first "true" eagle. It was like a weight off of my shoulders. I was no longer an eagle imposter, but could proudly tell me friends, my dad, my boss that "yeah, I got an eagle yesterday."
Does anyone else feel this way, or was I just being crazy?