Since the only reasonable answer has already been given, and given, and given, and given ...
I'll give it again: the second on 8 -- which, the one time I've played Pebble Beach, was the site of the single best shot of my life ... a 3-wood over the water, after hitting the directional flag at the brow of the hill with one of my trademark low-screamer drives. Second shot hung over the cove for an eternity before landing a few feet from the hole and bounding up the green, 20, 25 feet past. Fastest putt I've ever hit. It went maybe a dozen feet past. I missed the comebacker. Bogey. But what a bogey!
Next time I play there, if there is a next time, I'm hoping for wind -- and if I get it, I'll nominate the tee shot on 7 as the one I'll really be looking forward to.