Possibly my favorite shot of all time, played in mid-December Minnesota a few years ago:
Par 3. About 150, downhill, over a lake -- frozen. Pin at front left, tucked right behind bunker.
Dan hits 7-iron. A beauty. Lands 3 or 4 feet left of pin and bounds up frozen green to back-left corner of green -- 40, 50 feet past pin.
But that's not the shot.
Dan realizes there's only one shot to get near that pin. Takes out second ball, and 9-iron, and bounces one off the ice, one hop over the bunker, lands on fringe, rolls up to 2 or 3 feet left of hole. Kick-in birdie.
That's the shot! I liked it even more than the 40-, 50-foot putt I put on the first ball, which dived right into the hole for birdie. First time I've ever made two birdies on the same hole, I can tell you that.
Of course, since I had no opponent that day, and since I was clearly not playing by the Rules of Golf, that was not a G-O-L-F shot. But I'll be damned if I care!