As an aside (brave to begin with my aside, I'll admit) it must be interesting to have always been the type of golfer who was going for appropriate-length par five holes in two. I wonder what the strategic interaction between TH and his caddie is, in situations like that one. TH stood minus-six on the 15th tee that day, and closed with bogey-par-par-quint. He is comedic in that tragic, simmering manner. He belittles himself in the manner that you do among friends, until you realize that he might mean it and he needs counseling. I know that the Tour uses him for video fodder (the Fleetwood thing and the recent, one-yard fairway bit) but I also hope that they have someone monitoring him for mental health.
Long aside, it were. Now to the meat of the post. Look at the hole. There is a spit of land between bunker and water. The hole begs you to play out to the right. If, however, you are compelled by fate and hubris to try to reach the green in two, aim at the strand and godspeed. The shortest it can play, according to the card, is 477 yards. That's healthy for a distance-challenged golfer.
Many love the notion of a half-par hole, and this stretch checks all the boxes for one. Play your best and you'll make that par; strike gold and you'll find birdie. Make one mistake along the way, and par goes up that half stroke.
I wonder how the hole's length compares on an ordinary day, to the preceding 17 holes. Does the wind change over the course of a day, or is the morning wind the same throughout the day? If the later is the case, and the zephyrs are quartering against, it is in the hands of the grounds crew to push the tees up a deck or two, for the common amateur.