Probably what happened during my round yesterday. My girlfriend and I were playing a BB match against my parents. The bet is only $5, but the bragging rights are worth far more than that.
We tied the front and are just treading water on the back--no offense, just lagging putts for par because we keep hitting it on the wrong side of the green. Then we went to 14. 14 is a short par 4 with tons of fairway bunkers and a very contoured green. Occasionally, they'll move the tees up so it plays about 290 to get to the front of the green. I decide to go for it and pull my driver 40-50 yards left of the green into a really gnarly wooded area. Fortunately, there's standing water, so I take relief. Unfortunately, my pitch is about 40 yards over a tree with a bunker with a flared face guarding a downhill, downgrain flag around 15 feet from the edge. I'm so short sided it's ridiculous. On top of that, the nearest point of relief was still really waterlogged--just no standing water.
I took my 56 and hit the ball what felt like a little thick. I'm watching it and thinking that I'm going to land on the bunker face and be totally boned. Instead, it lands on top of the flare in the rough, then gently hops on the green and trickles in for eagle. I go apeshit because I couldn't replicate that shot again if you gave me 100,000 balls.
Nothing happens on 15. 16 is a dog leg right with an elevated green that looks like a peanut. It's around 360, but you can cut the corner, take 40-60 yards off the hole, and get **** close to driving the right side of the green. I've hit it to the base of that green several times but never driven the green. Today, I decide I'm gonna really go after it because there's some wind behind us and my mishit has been a pull, so worst case scenario is that I pull it to the left side of the green and end up with a short chip for eagle. I ROAST my driver. It's barely on the right side of the green. I have a 40 foot putt that's like a quintuple breaker, so I just think screw it, hit the putt straight and hope the slopes cancel each other out. I hit the putt and it slams into the back of the cup (slams is not an exaggeration; if I miss the hole, I have at least a 10 footer coming back).
My dad just shakes his head and asks me when I got the horseshoe surgically implanted.
Mid 1980's playing in the Royal Navy Championships at Blackmoor GC. I was doing alright as I reached the 8th, which is a par 5 dogleg right with huge Beech trees overhanging most of the right half of the fairway. Hit an awful low cut under the trees. I have about 230 yards to the green and have to move the ball 50 yards right without letting it rise more than 10 feet in the air. In desperation I try to hit a 1 iron off the back foot. The ball goes off like a banana shaped rocket and rolls the last 100 yards to 3 feet for an eagle! I finish with a 71 which gets me into the top 10 after 2 rounds.
Next day, same tee shot, same spot under the trees - out comes the 1 iron. I shank the ball straight out of bounds Finished waaay down the field.
Close second - 4 iron off the beach at Nairn for a birdie. Wrecked my 4 iron doing it as the ball stopped short of the sea sitting against a small pebble.
Third - Hole in one at my home course. 152 yard par 3 uphill with a strong R to L crosswind and the flag on the right. Hit a cut 5 iron which held up beautifully in to the wind. Landed 2 feet short and dropped in. Our fourball that day had a 1, 2 2's and a 3 on that hole!
8th hole at Whistling Straits. Skins game back in the stock option days. 8 skins on the line and my tee shot ends up so far right it is on the shore of Lake Michigan. I saw the ball sitting there as the waves rolled over it. The caddie wasn't allowed to go down the 100 foot descent to the water. I went, waited for waves to go out and hit a 6 iron to 4 feet.
Made the putt...won serious money.