The Greatest Golf Story Ever
The unbelievable story of Vic Dupuis, who died and was brought back to life on the third hole of his home course—then did something even more remarkable there months later.
Released on 3/26/2018
I tell people that story and they go, That's not true.
And I said, Every word I said is true.
(golf club whacks)
My name is Vic Dupuis and I died on this hole.
We had agreed to play in this tournament
that I called a devil's torment;
once a month they do it in the summertime.
And, Vic, I remember we were getting ready for tee time
and he hadn't showed up yet.
I literally walked out of my car up to the tee,
hit my first shot, I didn't even have a chance
to warm up because I was so late.
And he was very flustered and said he was out of breath
and was rushing around and he felt, like, discombobulated.
The last thing I remember was stepping out
of the halfway house to get back on my cart
to go to the third tee.
We end up going to the third hole and I looked over
at Vic and he had stayed in the cart.
But he just didn't look right and it almost looked
like he was sleeping.
And so I called over and asked him a question
and he didn't answer it.
And as soon as I looked at him I knew he was in trouble.
His eyes were fixed and he was out.
And, so, immediately I yelled, Call 911.
I started doing CPR, mouth-to-mouth, chest compressions.
At that point, I remember that we had a defibrillator
at the halfway house which is about fifty yards away.
As I'm driving back, I then remember that Bill Ashton
had just teed off the 17th hole,
which is right at the halfway house.
I was playing golf that day with my friend Mike
and Mike said, Hey Doc, I just heard
somebody call for 911.
And I look across the street, I see the crowd forming.
Vic was on the ground, blue.
He had no vital signs, no pulse.
Then Bill, who happens to carry a cardio epipen
in his bag, doesn't everyone, can't find a vein,
goes under the tongue to find a spot and injects him.
Syringe and that's all it is; but it's life-saving.
Bill then undoes the defibrillator.
Puts all the probes on him.
They shock him, nothing's happening.
No vital signs.
I said, Oh, no, we've lost Vic.
I'm thinking about his family, his wife,
and I said this is horrible.
And he's dead for five, seven minutes.
I mean this wasn't like this (snaps).
He was out for a while.
So, I guess you could you use
the term he was temporarily dead.
Then the defibrillator goes again, nothing.
Then you hear it revving up to get more power.
So, we shocked him again.
And then the third time, it hit,
and he came off the ground.
His body, you know, basically jumped
like you would see on TV.
Within a few seconds, he took a breath
and I felt a very strong pulse then.
A little while later, he opened his eyes.
You know, (inhales)
that was it.
I still get goosebumps thinking about it.
They diagnosed sarcoidosis of the heart,
a very rare condition.
In the general population,
the incidence of sarcoidosis is pretty rare.
After the pacemaker was put in, I wasn't allowed
to swing a golf club for three months.
So I had some serious golf-withdrawal.
He comes back to the club his first time back.
He called me and said, Hey we're gonna try
and get the same group together.
We get to the third hole and Vic asked me,
What happened? Tell me what happened here.
So, I show him where he was, I tell him about Tommy
pulling him out and starting the CPR right away.
And we get to the tenth green and there on the ninth tee,
right next to us is a group teeing off
and it's Bill 'Doc' Ashton.
I haven't seen him since the event.
So that was a, (blows)
that was a pretty emotional intersection.
Based on the yardage and the wind and everything,
I knew the six iron was the right choice,
but literally I had never swung the golf club.
We had taken the plastic off of it
before we started the round.
I remember going up to the tee thinking,
Wow, let's see what happens with these new clubs.
So he hits the shot, it's at its apex,
and I just say the word, Perfect.
And I hear people yelling and screaming,
on the third tee again.
I said, Oh, no, not again.
Here we go again.
I rush over there and everybody is high-fiving and screaming
and clapping; he had just had a hole-in-one.
The same hole he died on three months before; amazing.
With a brand-new club, I understand.