I was coaching at a high school golf match last spring, playing against Northfield Mount Hermon at Crumpin Fox. I was standing with the NMH coach behind the 9th green (about 175 yards, downhill and over a stream) when the last group teed off. A kid from NMH landed his shot on the back of the green, about 20 yards from the hole. The other three in the group fell down in hysterics and continued laughing as they came up to the green.
We had no idea what was going on. The NMH kid had a rain cover on his bag, which was odd since there wasn't a cloud in the sky. One of my players came over and whispered that the NMH kid only had a 6-iron and a putter in his bag, and he teed of with the putter. Better still, he had two putts to shoot a 39 on the front.
These kids were crying they were laughing so hard. It was less humorous when I learned that the NMH kid was on track to beat both of my kids.