Flushed a 7-iron from 218 yards downwind at 9,500 feet of elevation on the 14th hole at Breckenridge Golf Club. We saw it hop once but thought it skipped over the green and into a bunker. After searching for it behind the green we did the classic "did anyone check the cup?" and sure enough, THERE IT WAS! I'm still in shock. This is an annual mountain golf trip with some of my closest pals, and I'll remember it forever!