One of many final instances I used to be in a position to play golf with my Dad earlier than he handed, he had a ball embedded right into a bunker face much like this. It was a par 3 and it took him 4 pictures to get out and an additional 3 to get down leaving him with an 8. Ever the sympathetic son I used to be howling with laughter.
The following gap was a medium size par 4 with a inexperienced as steep and as icy because the North face of the Eiger. He chipped in for a par, me? On in 2, G.I.R. walked away with a 7 after 5 placing!!! Protected to say he fairly loved my travails!!