I think the hills of PA, and the number of courses designed by amateur architects, perhaps make us the world capital of strange golf holes. I'd be willing to go head to head with anyone from any other state and I bet I "win".
Speaking of dogleg par threes, there is a course in central PA called White Birch, where there is a hole of about 150 yards. The green is protected by a line of towering deciduous trees that intersect the direct line of play. Because a short iron is used from the tee, it is possible to go directly over the trees and fire at the green, but that is an unwise play. You see, the ground slopes severely from left to right, and the green subsequently steeps from front to back, so hitting and holding the green is impossible, even with the backspin of a Greg Norman.
No, instead, the correct play is to follow the route away from the green, aiming about 25 yards to the left of it and to the left of the tree line. If one lands their shot in the proper spot, the ball will careen downhill to the right, and with a little good luck, come to rest on the green.
I'm not sure if it's the product of a brilliant mind, or a deeply troubled one.