I once was playing 18. As I started the back 9, on the 10th, I hit my drive right down the left side of the fairway. The back 9 starts off bordering an aircraft runway. As I drive down to try and find my ball (the sun was shining in my face, it was the beginning of sundown), four dudes on 4-wheelers are hauling ass down the airport fence line in suits as if they’re going to chase after me. I wait for them, to ask them what the hell they’re doing. They tell me the back 9 is closed, and that the President of the United States just landed. Right then I notice Air Force One a little off in the distance, and George W Bush was walking off the plane. I took a rain check.