Gotta love those, Slats.
I had an unlikely one the other day on a long par 5.
Hit a duck-hook drive 110 yards to the left rough (thankfully a decent lie), then a rescue club some 160 yards to the right side semi-rough. From there, I blew a 5-wood 230 yards to a right-side green bunker (with the pin some 40 feet away on the left side of the green).
So far it was much my normal play, but then I skulled the bunker shot, hitting it hard into the lip and back to where it lay before - a completely wasted shot.
That had me cursing the life out of everything near me. I normally have very little problems getting out of bunkers, and this was a very shallow bunker that shouldn't pose a problem at all.
Still mumbling four-letter words I took my stance again, hit a perfect bunker shoot, swept cleanly under the ball, lifting it in a high arc out of the bunker, landing it softly with 2 bounces and rolling it some 6 feet slowly losing speed, until finally dropping into the cup, without even hitting the flag (well, I couldn't hear that 'click'-sound, anyway), carding the unlikely par.
My playing partner was inches from leaving the course in disgust - and I wouldn't have blamed him either, since I had one of those days where luck was one my side to the point of disbelief - i.e. hitting a monster drive straight into the forest, only to hear it hit a tree deep, DEEP in there and bounce 30 yards back out to the middle of the fairway. Naturally, I put that down as a FIR.
