Playing alone one evening two years ago, I teed up my golf ball on our 155-yard fourteenth hole. I hit a 7-iron that one-hopped into the hole. When I reached the pro shop, I told our pro about my good fortune. He asked me, “How many holes-in-one did you have prior to tonight?” I told him that I had one ace, and it was on that very same hole back in 1997. His reply, “You still have one ace. No witness means officially, no ace”. ☹️