Enjoyed your story. I WALKED 9 one evening in the early 90's, when the heat subsided, dead of summer, bored, needed to get out of the house, and there was a nice breeze, only like 3-4 people on the course and they were finishing up when I started. Life was simpler then. I played 4-5 times per week that summer.
Was even on 16 (started on 10 and 6 pars heading into 16), and hit a dead-on 7 iron and the shaft snapped, club head followed the ball toward the pin, twisting in the air. About a 7 foot putt. Birdie.
Then on 18 hit a great drive, almost to the lake/pond and pulled out my pitching iron, again hit it right at the flag, another shaft snaps, and twists toward the pin, before crashing to the ground with a thud, right in front of the pond. I heard the second thud, sound felt like it reverberated off the water, the ball sticking tight about 8 feet from the pin. Birdie.
Shot (-2) 33 I believe. No mulligans, no missed gimme putts that I tapped back out and re-putted, it was just 33 freakin' shots, which was rare for me not to at least fudge or pickup a short putt etc.
I got home and my family was like, what did you do to your clubs?...that 7 iron was my favorite club ever.
Still my favorite golf memory.
Really never replicated, as I stopped playing, for the most part, about 6 months later. Will play again regularly one day.