I’m an old man now. Ain’t much time left, but there are three things that made life worth living.
First, hitting your first home run. A life changer for sure. It makes a young boy feel like a king as he rounds the bases, especially third and he sees home plate for the first time. Only after does the boy realize how awkward he did it because he never thought about what to do after hitting the home run.
Second is bringing in a large game fish. It don’t have to be Marlin, just big and hard to get in the boat. Something primordial satisfying about beating such a wonderful animal in their own environment.
And lastly, and to the point of this thread. The perfectly hit long iron. Preferably in the 180 to 200 yard range. A swing where you can’t quite remember how you pulled it off afterwards. A swing where you stayed within yourself and were able to coordinate your body to release the club head at the perfect time. To catch it dead in the screws as they say. The feeling of how effortlessly such a perfect swing produces not only a perfect flight of the ball. But the trance you fall into watching it track towards the target. Then seeing confirmation when it hits the green bounces once, maybe twice and checks like it had Benbo brakes stopping but a few feet from the flag. Very few of us hit such shots like that frequently, and that is what makes those shots, as well as the game of golf super special.