After a bad drive on the long 14th hole (the 13 hole is pictured above) I had 255 yards to the green. In front of me was a father with two children between 6 and 9 by my guess). After waiting for 5 minutes for those children to stop running around the fairway and finally get to the green, I prepared to hit my 3-wood, which I figured would, if I hit it solid, end up just short of the green or large bunker to its right.
I proceeded to blister it on the fly onto the front of the green and it two hopped between the children before coming to rest on the back of the green about 270 yards away. Of course, being a father, I watched in horror and felt sick to my stomach even though nobody was hurt. Of course, I then drain the 35 foot putt for birdie and catch fire, going on to par out the rest of the round, which made me feel less bad. :)