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9 hours ago, That's No Moon said:

Downhill par 3 at my local course.  It's listed as 114 yds but it's severely downhill to a green you can only see half of that has a ridge running through the middle of it.  Thick grass and a swale in front of the green, drops off sharply off the back with very little fringe and rough before hand, trees and OB beyond the slope off the back.  If you hit the ridge the ball will bounce over, if you hit it short you won't get a bounce up, if you hit it long at all it carries or bounces over and usually goes OB.  Anyway, it's dinky little hole but the green is difficult enough that it's hard to hit a shot with enough spin to stop but also not fly over the back.  It usually ends up as a choked down 56 degree wedge for me and it still rolls at least into the fringe at least half the time.  So I hit my first ball a little too hard and it sails into the trees OB.  Tee up another ball and land it on the correct side of the ridge and watch it roll down into the hole.  My best par of all time.

 

We had one like that at the local course in CT I used to play.  ~110 yards but tee was 60-70 feet above the pin so judging distance was always a challenge and there was trouble everywhere except right in the middle of the narrow green.

 

A few holes later on the same course was a similar set up with an elevated tee and 180 over water but with a huge, flat green so usually much less trouble.

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17 hours ago, eball said:

Mine came yesterday.  Playing the 480-yard Par 5 18th at a local course I hit a nice drive down the right side of the fairway that left me about 210 yards from the flag.  You could only see the top half of the flagstick because of the elevation change on the hole, but I hit my 2-hybrid and it looked pretty good.

 

As our foursome drove up to the green we only saw three balls...figured mine must have gone over.  One of my companions said "check the hole" and I scoffed.  Then came the most amazing feeling I've ever had on a golf course, as I walked up and peeked into the hole to see my ball.  A double eagle 2!  The rarest of birds.

 

Sorry for the LAMP but I'm still giddy.  The odds of making a double eagle are roughly 1M-to-one, compared with the roughly 13,000-to-one odds of making a hole-in-one.

 Congrats!

   I hit a 5 wood up a pretty big hill in a boys district golf championship tournament at Elma Meadows when I was 13, couldn't see the green but the shot looked good. Got to the top and we couldn't find my ball. I was looking in the heavier grass off the back of the green when one of the guys found it in the hole. My first eagle. 

  I eagled the 1rst hole in the boys championship at Bethlehem Management Club in Hamburg when I was 13 or 14, a 380 yd par 4 from the whites. I ended up taking 2nd in the tournament. Days after the fact another kid told me the winner who wasn't in my group cheated on the last hole. He lost his ball in the deep rough and then dropped one further up near the edge of the fairway without even taking a penalty. I lost by one stroke. The word got around that he cheated. I was already over it though and didn't file any protest or grievance. The club is now called Brierwood.

   My best shot as an adult was when I drove the green on a 320 yd dogleg left in Park City Utah by hitting a huge drive over a tall stand of trees just missing the water to the left front of the green, ending about 8 to 10 feet from the pin. I sank the put for an eagle 2 and shot a 1 over 37 for nine that day.

     I've hardly played in the last 25 years, only once every couple years when I see my brother.  I still hit it pretty straight when I do but not nearly as far. I like to swing a club in the yard once in a while. Used to love playing golf, maybe I will get my clubs out and hit some balls. 

  

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I got an ace on a 140 yard uphill par 3. I hit what looked like a ***** shot line drive off the tee that drove hard into the hill and it looked like my ball would have gone way past the hole as it skipped to the green. Because of the invisible green, we could not see the actual hole. Went up and everyone sees their ball but time. One guy jokes that I should check the hole. Sure enough. Probably hit the stick hard and dropped in.  Bummer I didn’t get to see it go in. 

 

It was not my “best” shot but it was my best result. 

 

And for you avid golfers, I never play golf. Maybe once a year now and at my max before kids, not more than 3 times. Total luck. 

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Great topic and congrats!!

 

I have a few that jump out but one hole really sticks out because it was back-to-back. It was the 2nd hole at Tan Tara, a 531 yard par 5. Ironically, my birthday is 5/31. Anyways, I hit my tee shot down there just over 300 yards leaving me about 225 from the hole. I hit a hybrid in that bounced up, hit the stick and landed about 2 inches from the hole for a tap in eagle. 

 

Ive never had a double eagle or a hole-in-one. I’ve holed out a couple of times and have pitched/chipped in a bunch. I also hit a 70 foot putt last year which was pretty wild. With that being said though that par 5 has stuck with me the most and it was probably 15-17 years ago. 

 

I have played in a group with an ace once and that was the coolest thing that I’ve experienced while playing. 

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Got 2:

  • 156 yard par 3, 2nd shot pitch from about 40 yards, out of the rough and over a trap - hit flag stick and dropped in
  • 95 yard hole on an executive course, tee shot to within 8 inches of the cup
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This one's not a particular shot, just something I always got a kick out of.  Back when I was in college, one summer I set a personal goal of birdieing (is that how you would spell it?) every hole on the course.  I played a ton that year.  I'd go out early in the morning and walk 36 holes 3 times a week.  Anyway, I wound up missing out on that goal by a single hole.  So what did I do in my very first round the following year?  Birdied that hole.

 

That same year, I was out by myself late in the day.  My mother played in a women's league one day a week, and I'd go with her and then speed around the whole course while it was mostly empty.  It started to rain around maybe the 12th hole.  For whatever reason, I always liked playing in the rain.  I liked the extra challenge of keeping clubs, gloves, and hands dry between shots.  A couple more hole in, I birdied the 17th hole to pull to -1 for the day, something completely unheard of for me.  On the 18th, I sent my drive right down the middle.  Then the lightning siren went off.  It was late enough and very clear that the storm was going to be there for the night, so I never got to finish that last hole.  That would have been the only time in my life I broke par.

 

And then there was the time I passed out at the bar after drinking a single beer...

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as one gets very good in this game you have to rely on your group to watch your shot, especially as the sun is in your eyes in the fall on most shots

 

when you can rip it with a 2 iron from the fairway you are hitting it further than you can personally rely on for tracking

 

 

 

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My one and only HOLE IN ONE :)

 

It was 4th of July and I went back home to visit friends and family and did not have my clubs with me. My friend and his family had a tradition playing this little 9 hole par 3 course every 4th and getting drunk so I tagged along but didn't play.  They play it twice for 18 holes.  I showed up after they started first few holes so that's why I didn't play.  But ended up playing the second 9 and just played out his moms club bag as she had mens clubs anyway.  

 

Second hole hit a 112 yard hole in on with a PW.  None of us knew it actually, was a great shot but we didn't really pay attention to the end of it as we were all just having a good time.  Then when we got to the green we couldn't see my ball and I was only one who hit the green.  As we got closer and there was no ball we started getting excited and sure enough it was in the bottom of the cup baby!   

 

Crap part was the golf course had just used their last polaroid earlier in the day so they couldn't take my picture and put it on the wall hahahaha...bastards.  But I still have the ball and score card in a frame.  Came within 6 inches of a 2nd hole in one on a 109 yard par 3 like 4 holes later lol.  

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I’ve holed out from like 85 yards before, unfortunately for par ??‍♂️.... Had an incredible long, twisty birdie putt that stands out a couple years ago but those are just luck. Unfortunately don’t have any aces or great eagle stories but I have made a lot of really awesome recovery shots and difficult shots around the green that did exactly what I envisioned them doing and looked like a pro doing it. On vacation this week in Hilton head and had one of those the other day. Good drive, then threw a dart with my 60 deg over a bunker with a little backspin then sunk the 8 ft birdie putt. For me anytime I can actually put a hole like that together, I’m happy. 

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I crushed a drive on a par 5 at the course we belonged to (and played quite a bit). Hit it perfectly, probably had a little wind, firm fairways with a great roll. A mere mortal needs to lie up on the next shot due to a lake protecting the green. As I stood over that ball I thought.....”I think I can make that green from here.” Sure enough, I hit another perfect shot leaving me a 10-15 footer for eagle. I missed it of course, but I got a rare birdie on that hole. Here’s the worst part.....I never again layed up on the hole. I went for it every single time. And it went in the lake.....every single time. 

 

 

 

 

On a related note, it hurts me when I watch Tin Cup. 

 

 

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3 minutes ago, Ridgewaycynic2013 said:

For sale:  Previously enjoyed golf balls.  Newly washed.  Contact Diver Dan, 555-4567.

 

I was just returning them to their home. I buy used Bridgestone balls like 80 at a time on the internet. I can afford to get too emotional attached to any one golf ball, it’s usually a brief relationship! 

 

My sister dated a guy who would take his scuba gear to one of the nicer country clubs in WNY so he could gather balls while going mostly unnoticed. Very eneterprising guy! 

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I'm not sure if this qualifies, but once I was playing a round at Hickory Stick in Lewiston with three buddies and two women were playing a hole behind us.. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward us. The ball hit me. I immediately clasped my hands together at my groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

 

The woman rushed down to me, and immediately began to apologize. “Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,” she told me

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“Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” I replied.

 

It was obvious that I was in agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping my hands together at my groin.

 

The female golfer/therapist, her name turned out to be Linda, urged me to let her help me, so at her persistence, I finally allowed her to help.

 

She gently took my hands away and laid them at my side, loosened my pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage to my privates for several long moments and then asked, “How does that feel”?

 

I replied, “That feels great, but my thumb still hurts like Hell!” 

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we were stuck behind a pair of old hags who wouldn't let us play through, for about 5 holes

 

when they were far enough out on the fairway my uncle called the shot and teed off and got the last bounce to hit one of the old hags in the calf, down she went and they let us play through

 

 

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6 hours ago, Augie said:

 

I was just returning them to their home. I buy used Bridgestone balls like 80 at a time on the internet. I can afford to get too emotional attached to any one golf ball, it’s usually a brief relationship! 

 

My sister dated a guy who would take his scuba gear to one of the nicer country clubs in WNY so he could gather balls while going mostly unnoticed. Very eneterprising guy! 

I had over 200 practice balls in a shag bag when I was a 13 or 14 yr old kid. We would swim in the lake at night and there were so many balls you didn't need to see. It was about 8 to 10 feet deep in front of the green and we would just hold our breath and fill up mesh bags. I think it was the 11th hole at what is now Brierwood. The practice hole there was about 150 yds so I would hit 200 7 iron shots, go pick em up off the green, then move closer and hit 200 8 iron shots etc. 

  For the rest of my life I was deadly from 150 yds in. 

   I first started playing at Cazenovia and my friends and I would scour the creek for balls to replace the ones we lost. We were 10 to 13 yrs old. My dad got me a junior golf membership at Bethlehem (Brierwood) when I was good enough to not embarrass him and hack up the course. He made sure I was well versed in golf etiquette and fair play as well. Never told him about my diving for golf balls though.

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6 hours ago, ChevyVanMiller said:

I'm not sure if this qualifies, but once I was playing a round at Hickory Stick in Lewiston with three buddies and two women were playing a hole behind us.. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward us. The ball hit me. I immediately clasped my hands together at my groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

 

The woman rushed down to me, and immediately began to apologize. “Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,” she told me

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“Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” I replied.

 

It was obvious that I was in agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping my hands together at my groin.

 

The female golfer/therapist, her name turned out to be Linda, urged me to let her help me, so at her persistence, I finally allowed her to help.

 

She gently took my hands away and laid them at my side, loosened my pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage to my privates for several long moments and then asked, “How does that feel”?

 

I replied, “That feels great, but my thumb still hurts like Hell!” 

 

How very.......”Krafty” of you! 

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On 5/9/2019 at 10:37 AM, eball said:

Mine came yesterday.  Playing the 480-yard Par 5 18th at a local course I hit a nice drive down the right side of the fairway that left me about 210 yards from the flag.  You could only see the top half of the flagstick because of the elevation change on the hole, but I hit my 2-hybrid and it looked pretty good.

 

As our foursome drove up to the green we only saw three balls...figured mine must have gone over.  One of my companions said "check the hole" and I scoffed.  Then came the most amazing feeling I've ever had on a golf course, as I walked up and peeked into the hole to see my ball.  A double eagle 2!  The rarest of birds.

 

Sorry for the LAMP but I'm still giddy.  The odds of making a double eagle are roughly 1M-to-one, compared with the roughly 13,000-to-one odds of making a hole-in-one.

Congrats, that's amazing.Good way to end the round. How long do I get to collect my drink?

Had a hole-in-one in 2003 but that was a good miss. Was way more proud a week later when I birdied the #1 handicap at the same course, a 440 yard dogleg left par 4. 2 good shots and a good putt. 

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On May 10, 2019 at 4:04 PM, ChevyVanMiller said:

I'm not sure if this qualifies, but once I was playing a round at Hickory Stick in Lewiston with three buddies and two women were playing a hole behind us.. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward us. The ball hit me. I immediately clasped my hands together at my groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.

 

The woman rushed down to me, and immediately began to apologize. “Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,” she told me

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“Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” I replied.

 

It was obvious that I was in agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping my hands together at my groin.

 

The female golfer/therapist, her name turned out to be Linda, urged me to let her help me, so at her persistence, I finally allowed her to help.

 

She gently took my hands away and laid them at my side, loosened my pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage to my privates for several long moments and then asked, “How does that feel”?

 

I replied, “That feels great, but my thumb still hurts like Hell!” 

Tell the truth.  You're a Bob Kraft and your thumb hurt from being in your butt right?

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One of my greatest shots ever might have been one of my worst, but the entertainment value was top notch.

 

I was playing a best ball tourney as part of my college buddy’s stag party.  The rule was if you didn’t hit your tee shot past the ladies tee box, you had to play the rest of the hole with your pants around your ankles.

 

I was teeing off and somehow hit my shot almost 100 yards in the air...almost straight above my head.  This shot defied the laws of physics!!  Anyway, there were about 10 people watching and I could hear them start to laugh and cheer.  My shot hit the ground hard and proceeded to roll, literally, about a half a foot in front of the ladies tee box.  The crowd was very disappointed.  Phew!

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I had a tree between me and the green and was about 10 yards behind the tree. I carry a 1 iron in my bag to use to keep the ball low and punch out in those circumstances. I aimed a little left of the tree and took my swing, The ball hits the tree about 2 or 3 feet up and comes flying back at me faster than I could move. The ball hit me square on the chin and nearly knocked me out.

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On 5/10/2019 at 3:39 PM, Ridgewaycynic2013 said:

Should have just had the rest of your gang concede a four footer as a fait accompli, and picked up for your eagle.  ?

 

Not a hope in hades.....  :D

 

 

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2 hours ago, frostbitmic said:

I had a tree between me and the green and was about 10 yards behind the tree. I carry a 1 iron in my bag to use to keep the ball low and punch out in those circumstances. I aimed a little left of the tree and took my swing, The ball hits the tree about 2 or 3 feet up and comes flying back at me faster than I could move. The ball hit me square on the chin and nearly knocked me out.

 

I had a similar situation, and my buddy in the cart behind me said hold on, let me move out of the way. I was offended! I thought I had plenty of room to turn it around that tree. Turns out.....he was wiser on that call. I had time to think “Oh %#@*!” Before the ball whizzed past my head. I was so sure......

 

Once I was not so lucky. Playing in Sea Pines I’m even with my BIL as he hits an iron off the toe. It came at me like a heat seeking missle! I think the laws of physics may have been defied that day I got the giant bruise on my arm. 

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3 hours ago, frostbitmic said:

I had a tree between me and the green and was about 10 yards behind the tree. I carry a 1 iron in my bag to use to keep the ball low and punch out in those circumstances. I aimed a little left of the tree and took my swing, The ball hits the tree about 2 or 3 feet up and comes flying back at me faster than I could move. The ball hit me square on the chin and nearly knocked me out.

Sorry to laugh, I'm sure it didn't tickle. The visual in my head was pretty funny though, and I know you survived.? 

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2 minutes ago, Turk71 said:

Sorry to laugh, I'm sure it didn't tickle. The visual in my head was pretty funny though, and I know you survived.? 

It didn't tickle and I did survive ... I also learned how to use the toe iron after that mishap.

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2 minutes ago, frostbitmic said:

It didn't tickle and I did survive ... I also learned how to use the toe iron after that mishap.

 

You’re out there to have a good time! Use all means at your disposal. 

 

I’ve played with guys who want to bet on every hole. I tell them up front I plan to cheat on any hole where it will make my day more pleasurable. That usually shuts them down. 

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On 5/9/2019 at 10:27 AM, The Senator said:

 

Hole-in-one, 17th hole (short par 3), at Foxtail (South Course), Rohnert Park, CA (1994) - very lucky shot.

 

I was living down the road in Sebastopol in '94. Hit some balls at Foxtail driving range but never played the course. 

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5 hours ago, KD in CA said:

 

No such thing as a gimmie eagle....you gotta putt that out.

 

I bear no grudge then or 15 years later and wouldn’t give them one either

 

 

 

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On 5/12/2019 at 9:56 PM, Turk71 said:

 

I was living down the road in Sebastopol in '94. Hit some balls at Foxtail driving range but never played the course. 

 

My goodness, we were practically neighbors! My good pal Dave Supple lived in Santa Rosa, owned ‘Dave’s’ on 3rd and Market.

 

Was playing with about 20 pals in our annual Russian River fest - best ball tourney.  They had to use one of my drives.

 

Guess which one? ?️♂️??

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This seems to have turned into a craziest golf shots thread which is good for me since I am short on great ones.

 

My craziest was also my first Eagle.  I hit a good drive and a decent approach that was even with the hole but faded just off the right side of the green.  I had one of those little 7 iron bump and run type shots and a very readable line.  I thought it was makable.  I knew exactly what I wanted to do and got a little excited when I started to come forward because I had executed the first part of the swing.  I peaked something fierce and hit a scorching line drive far better than I had ever hit in all my years of baseball.  My opponent in the trap on the other side of the green ran a quick two or three steps in an effort to avoid being hit.  I was pissed but then thought "at least I hit it straight".  The ball hit the flag a foot up and dropped straight into the cup.  I raised my hands in triumph and my opponent called me a name.

 

 

The craziest shot I ever witnessed is something I still can't believe.  It was in the same league as the shot above.  It was place rounds on the last week.  We were in second but needed a dominant performance to pass the team we were playing.  It was a fun league with wildly varying handicaps.  We won the point on the first hole.  I was ok and one of the opponents (an older guy that was a lot of fun to be around) was equal with my handicap.  We had busted each others chops all week leading up to the match.  I worked with him and knew him well.  My partner was better and his partner was terrible.  

 

On the second hole the average opponent and myself were getting one shot each from my partner but his partner was getting two.  I hit a decent drive on the par 5 and my partner crushed one.  Decent opponent hits one equal to me and his partner barely clears a little pond and goes into a medium sized patch of woods between the mens and women's tees.  We all waited while he went into the woods to look.  He gave up and was going to take a drop behind the pond and hit #3.  My partner (who could find a golf ball in the jungles of the Congo) says wait, and finds the ball in a nanosecond (dirty look from me).  

 

Bad golfer punches out #2, and hits a good #3 up the middle (dirtier look from me to my partner).  Myself and other opponent screw up the fairway and eventually end up lying 4 with me in the trap on the right and him in the trap on the left.  Partner hits a good #2 and opponent hits an real good (for him) #4 ending up just 10 yards behind my partner's ball.  3 of us are lying 4 and my partner is lying 2 so we're in good shape.  Not really.  With me standing in the trap the bad opponent hits a screamer that looks to be destined to go 30 yards past the large green.  Similar to my shot above however, it is very straight (although standing to the side I couldn't tell at the time).  

 

This ball hit the flag 4 feet up and came back an exact 180 degrees directly at the opponent 50 yards away.  It came backwards a full 20 feet (still on the green), landed with a wicked forward spin on it and rolled directly into the cup.  I still can't believe I saw it.  My jaw dropped (I was and still am pissed at my partner for finding that ball).  The best part is when I looked up, having cursed three times already in my head and about to from my mouth, I saw the opponent in the trap across from me look me directly in the eye, smile, laugh and give me the finger.  My partner failed to chip in for Eagle to get half a point.  I didn't hit a good shot the rest of the night and we finished in 3rd.

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Leagues never seemed any fun to me.  I only played in one for a single summer and there were way too many sandbaggers and it completely ruined it.  I only won one match that entire summer and even that one wound up not counting.  I won the first 4 holes of a 9 hole match.  I then won the 5th, but the guy told me a score lower than what he actually got.  I didn't bother calling him on it since it really didn't matter at that point and I didn't want to look like a dick.  On the 6th hole, the siren goes off and the day was over.  Since the match wasn't officially over, they didn't count it.

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18 hours ago, The Senator said:

 

My goodness, we were practically neighbors! My good pal Dave Supple lived in Santa Rosa, owned ‘Dave’s’ on 3rd and Market.

 

Was playing with about 20 pals in our annual Russian River fest - best ball tourney.  They had to use one of my drives.

 

Guess which one? ?️♂️??

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I was living with a girlfriend just a mile or so west of Sebastopol for a few years 93 to 96. Had a good friend in Monte Rio who lived on a steep hill on the north side of the Russian River. I got stuck there for a few days when the river flooded. A two car garage about 3 houses down from him got swept away by a river of mud one night. We heard it when it happened. The next day you could see cars sticking up out of the mud over a hundred feet down the hill.

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