My official worst score was at my old golf club in Illinois, Green Acres, no longer in existence. With water on the right and OB on the left, I teed off with a 3 wood and just barely hit it OB, maybe 6 inches. Both my 2nd and 3rd tee shots ended up almost touching each other. Since it was a money game, there was no picking up, my official score was a 13. My partner was not happy.
Even worse, was my first trip to Pete Dye's TPC in Sawgrass. I saw the tournament on TV and flew down the next weekend to play the course. When I got to 17, the wind was blowing in my face pretty hard. So I took out a 6 iron, hit the center of the green and it bounced over. I chocked down a little on the 6 iron for my second shot and that too hit the green and went over.
I went back to my bag for 2 more balls and a 7 iron. After those 2 found a watery grave, I went back to my back for an 8 iron, both of which balooned up and came up short.
Now out of balls, I went to my wife's bag for some of hers, to which she said "You don't have a club in your bag that will hit that green, get in the cart and drive to the ladies tee." Being the chicken shit husband, I did what she said, but if left to my own devises, I guess I would have pumped balls in there until one found the surface.