I’ve had one.
I was 20 and a cadet journalist at the local paper in the same town as my club. I dodged off work on a quiet afternoon, saying I was going to do a couple of interviews when I actually had a midday tee time in the Tuesday competition.
I proceeded to ace the 4th hole — 175m uphill with a 3iron to the only pin on the green where you can see the hole.
At that point, one major issue arose: the golf club had a half-page in the newspaper each week to report on club news and I knew my ace would get a mention!
I hurriedly phoned my editor and said one of the interviews had cancelled on me so I was going to take some of the time I was owed and play golf. I’m not sure if he bought it, but he never gave me any shit about it.
Mike Clayton has somewhere between 15 and 20. I was playing with him at The Lakes in Sydney a few years back and he jarred one at the 7th, walked on the green to see his ball in the cup and just nonchalantly goes “not another fucking hole-in-one. That’s 15” — and in the past year there was a week when he had two holes-in-one and an albatross. Freak.