A couple of good ones come to mind:
Cruden Bay on a beautiful September day, playing alone with the course all to myself. For those who have not had the pleasure of seeing it, the tee box on #10 has one of the most scenic views in golfdom. To the south is the bay, below you is golf course, as you turn to the north is more golf course including some of the outstanding holes in the dunes, then the village past the golf course, and finally the ruins of Slain's Castle perched on a seaside bluff north of the village. The hole is one of the more routine at CB, a shortish par 4 with about an 80 foot drop to the fairway. I hit a solid 3 wood, the ball climbed nicely, hung in the air, then I watched in astonishment as a small flock of seagulls flew UNDERNEATH the golf ball.
Tee shot on the first hole at The Old Course. My one time there was about a week after Cruden Bay. I was a single grouped with three Scots from Dundee, pretty good golfers, all had played the course many times. It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon, so we had a bit of a gallery. My new friends hit first, all looking a bit nervous, and produced a trio of skanky looking shots. The tee box that day was smack in the middle of the large first tee, making one feel lonely and exposed. I pulled my trusty 3 wood, teed it up, and soaked up the energy. I took a deep breath, settled my nerves just enough, made a nice smooth swing and launched it straight down the middle. What a feeling.
Same day, 2nd shot on the 18th hole. Another good 3 wood put me left center just past Granny Clark's Wynd. After leaving my par putt hanging on the lip on 17 (front pin so I did not get the full Road Hole effect), I needed a birdie on 18 to break 80. After watching so many short approaches to this green throughout the years, I was a bit suprised at the distance I had left. This was the last hole of my first links golf adventure, after two weeks I had developed a pretty darn good "boomp and roon", and was hoping to use that shot through The Valley of Sin to finish in style.
Not this time. I pulled a 9 iron, feeling that it might be too much club, but I wanted that birdie, and I knew that I had to fly the Valley. The shot came off solid, nice and high, I looked up and was absolutely sure that it was going to totally airmail the green!
Not wanting to be the stupid American and yell "Fore" at the top of my lungs in the sacred cradle of the game, I just stood there and watched with a racing heart. Time seemed frozen as the ball floated in the air, still appearing to be destined for the head of an innocent observer. My next thought was "go baby go, fly the crowd!". This was followed by the image of the ball flying the crowd and then taking an enormous, loud, and very emabarassing bouce off the concrete and then rattling away down the streets of St. Andrews.
I am sure this is an optical illusion caused by all the buildings around 18, accentuated by the lack of depth perception on the rest of the golf course. Has anyone else had this experience?
Finally the ball dropped from the sky and landed on the green and finished 15 hole high to a back left pin. With the adrenalin still pumping from the approach shot, and all the people watching, and needing the putt for 79, I was barely able to stop the putter from trembling long enough to hit the putt. Of course I did not make it, I was elated to have a tap in for par, a round of 80, and for not having hurt anyone!!!