A few years back, I was playing a hole heading one direction, and another group was coming back the other direction on the next hole that shared a boundary with the one I was on. Anyway, there was a pond that was toward the end of my hole (beginning of theirs) and I watched as the guy hit off the tee, it skipped twice off the pond, managed to get out, but then hit a tree, caromed way up in the air like an outfield fly ball, and plopped right back in the water. Was quite a funny sight.