At the nine-hole Cherokee Golf Course in Louisville, the second hole is a 320 yard par 4. The first 170 yards or so go down a significant slope; the next 100 yards go back up to tee-level (or maybe even slightly higher). The last forty yards or so before the green are flat. In the dry (fast and firm!) conditions I played in, any drive hit between 100 yards and 270 yards in the fairway ended up in exactly the same place (our group actually tried an experiment involving a knock-down 8 iron), about 150 yards from the green in a bare dirt patch running across the fairway. After considering trying to hit an iron into the right rough (maybe a fifteen yard strip before the tree line) and getting it to stay there, I decided to hit driver, but didn't get all of it, landed up fifteen yards sort of the top of the hill, and rolled all the way back down.
In a perverse way, I kind of liked the hole.
But then the third hole was almost exactly the same thing, playing parallel to the second down into the same valley.
Later on in the round, one encounters two of the most severe sidehill fairways imaginable, where (again, in dry conditions) only a duck hook would have a prayer of holding against the left-to-right cant. One of those holes, the par 4 7th, was actually pretty interesting: you couldn't hold the fairway, but you had a really fun choice between driving into the fairly open left rough and having to hit your approach over a decent-sized tree, or hitting at the fairway and ending up in the right rough with a terrible angle to a little shelf of green banked into a hillside.
I guess it's a sign that I like natural golf a little too much that I'd *still* much rather play this course than the average over-manicured blah resort course.