This happened last weekend: one of the holes at my homeclub is a doable par 3, 195 yards, but with a dense treeline on the left and a nice pond on the right till halfway the hole. Pulled out my 5 iron, took my stance, and what followed had absolutely nothing to do with something to be recognized as a swing. Something between a topped and sliced ball, it landed passed the ladies tee (whoohoo, lucky me), but wáy right, on the edge of the pond.
Walked down (my buddy went on to look for his slicer), only to find my ball tucked in the high grass, a good 150 yards to the pin, some small trees in my direct line, and a good 15 inch lower than my feet. Considered hitting it back to the fairway, but I was overruled by one of my other personalities. Took my 9 iron, adjusted my stance to hit a high one over the small trees, and wacked it. Unable to see the green from my current position, and losing the ball in the sun, I had no idea if it was any good, even though it felt nice. Walked back towards the fairway, and as my buddy yelled "nice shot", I saw my ball on the green, 2,5 feet behind the pin. He told me it actually landed a yard short of the pin, but with no real possibility to put a little spin on the ball, it had rolled, and kissed the flagstick. Walked away with par, but felt like a birdie.