#16 at Wolf Run in Indianapolis.
In the 1993 Amateur qualifying, my threesome took 17 shots on a sand wedge par three. I took 6 of the 17. And, we had a par. The other poor sap made an 8. These are scratch golfers, mind you. The other two were college golfers. I was as old as the other two put together, at 36.
Of course, the roughs were dead, the greens were rocks and 11.5 on the stimp, and the second rough was 3 feet high.
I made a hole-in one on #13, a 213 par three, and my threesome had a 15- an 8, a 6, and a 1.
I shot 44 with a hole-in-one, a birdie, and an eagle, on the back nine my second round.
It was the hardest golf course I ever played in my life.
#7 Pebble is hard when the wind is blowing 45 miles an hour (I have played it that way)- but it's a cinch with no wind. I once hit a 7-iron there, and I was long then. I could have hit anything in my bag, as long as it was low- skull a sand wedge, knock down a 7, hit a high 4. Probably could have figured out how to hit driver if I worked on it. It was like flying a kite.