The first time I ever played golf at 48 years old. My son talked me into playing with him and I didn't have a clue what I was doing or what club to use or what direction most of my shots were going to go. I could hit the ball and I could hit the ball plenty far enough but that was about it. After all I had hit baseballs and softballs all my life and this ball wasn't even moving!!
The fourth hole was a 350 yard uphill par four. I popped up my tee shot with my driver and it only went about 125 yards. I hit a three wood for my second and I didn't even see the ball but my son said "I think that went in the hole". When we got up to the green I looked all around and didn't see it so I decided to look in the hole and sure enough there it was.
Funny thing was that I didn't even know enough to know it was an eagle (and really couldn't have cared less) until my son told me it was an eagle and that was a good thing. I figured playing golf that day was a one time thing and it never occurred to me that I would soon be addicted.