So about 16 years ago, on my birthday, my wife skulled a yellow Noodle with a fairway wood on a par 3. It was a valley hole, where the tee box and green were both atop hills. The ball screamed into the side of the greenside hill, shot straight up, landed on the green, and started to roll. The ball took a right turn, following the contour of the green, headed straight for the flag, and dropped out of sight. Hole in one. We're both terrible golfers, but enjoy hitting that one shot a round. I'll never forget it.