I have a similar story. Last summer I was playing with two of my buddies. When we teed off we didn't have anyone, or see anyone, in front of us for the first seven holes. Of course we thought we recieved some lucky tee time and were going to get at least 9 clear holes in. Anyway, we are standing on the box for the eighth hole and it is a completely blind tee shot. One of my friends, who has the ability at times to hit it a country mile if everything goes right, cranks one down the middle of the fairway, far outdriving me and my other friend (both of us pushed right and short). As we drove up the hill and the rest of the fairway came into view, we found a group of older guys standing in the fairway, presumably waiting for the group in front of them to finish putting. We found the first two drives that were pushed right and looked all over the fairway and rough for the monter drive. As we're preparing to give up on it, stymied and frustrated, one of the older guys calls to us "Hey, are you looking for a ball?". We of course reply yes, we're looking for a Srixon. This guy looks back at us and says, "I'd check that drainage ditch over there". So we look into a wide concrete ditch, at least 20 yards shorter and further right than either of the balls me and my other friend hit, and find the Srixon. Sure enough, after this jerk gave us his "suggestion" on where the ball might be, he and his group hop in their carts and bolt for the green.
After we finished our last two holes we looked for these guys at the turn to air our grievances and they were nowhere to be found.