So I showed up late to a twilight round with a few buddies of mine (2 of which i golfed for the first time with) & I showed up at hole 6. I started off pretty decent with a few pars & bogeys (keep in mind this only my second summer golfing), until we reached hole 10, a par 3 looking over the bridge. I tee’d up my 9 iron and right before I was about to swing I stopped & didn’t feel like it was the right club to use. I went back to my bag and grabbed my pitching wedge and ended up puring the ball, at first I thought I had a great birdie look until I heard the group ahead of us screaming…. I took a closer look at the green and noticed my prov1 wasn’t there. I immediately sprinted to the hole and was in awe as I saw my ball at the bottom of the hole… best day of my life.