My friends and I would go to Portugal on a Holliday and the guys who were golfers were supposed to go to a course while we were there. Two guys were beginners and one friend was experienced. I didn't play at the time and the experienced friend and I thought it would be fun to secretly teach me golf without saying anything to the rest of the group. I trained for about six weeks taking lessons twice a week. When we finally went to Portugal I was confident that I could beat the two beginners in my group.
The we went to the course we went to the rangefinder our warming up and I was really nailing my shots to the point that I actually started missing a few on purpose because otherwise I would look to good and blow the joke before we even teed off.
First hole, before the club house. People sitting on the terrace watching. The green was 20 yards lower then the tee box. I live in the Netherlands and we don't have a 20 yard difference in height anywhere. So I was pretty nervous and I blew up the first hole and the second and the third, fourth. Well you get the picture. It was four hours of the purest frustration. And at the end I told no one I took lessons and actually trained pretty serious. It took me three years to come clean about it.