I do not remember my first eagle, unfortunately it was a few years back and I do not remember it. I do, although, have a story of the eagle that is the most special to me.
To start out the story, it needs to be known that my father who was formerly an avid golfer had a stroke which paralyzed him on the right side of his body. He had golfed with me as I grew up but never got to see me play at the level I am lucky enough to play at now.
My father was invited by one of his friends to come ride a cart while he played a golf course that neither of them had ever seen before, and he accepted the invitation just to watch of course. So I was home at the time and my father asked me to join him so he could see me play again.
After we met with all of my fathers friends we finally headed to the first tee, a 540 yard par five with a slight dogleg to the right. I had never been that nervous to play a round of golf in my life, just because I had so much talk behind me from my friends that I really wanted to impress my father. I was the last to tee off, my dad and his friends watched intently and I was feeling the pressure bearing down on me. I took my swing, and I had hit a dead straight 325 yard drive just past the dog leg. It felt so good to wow my father with a drive like that.
The last 200 yards of the hole was a fairly large hill, and I couldn't really see the flag or the green at all. I decided to go by the numbers, club up for the hill, and hit a five iron. I hit a solid shot, I knew it was on the green, but I really had no idea how close or far from the hole it was.
When we finally had reached the top of the hill I saw my ball a surprising 8 feet away from the hole, I never would have thought with all the pressure I would be having a makable putt for eagle come across my path. The rest of the story obviously tells itself, I made the putt and had never seen such a smile on my father's face. I will never forget that moment for the rest of my life.