I've got two of them...and they both suck.
The first I was playing with a couple of my buddies at Lakewood Dry Gulch, which I don't even think is listed on this site. OK so there is this family having a picnic right in the middle of the course in a little grove of trees, right between two fairways! This family obviously had no idea why all these people were throwing Frisbees around their picnic and they didn't appear to speak any English, so I'm not sure anyone in my group could have explained...needless to say, it was a very busy day on the course.
So I come up to drive, and since they are in the trees on the left, I use my RHFH to make sure that my disc will fade to the right, safely away from the trees. Well, I rip a really nice one, but I swear the moment it left my hand, this little boy who couldn't have been more than three, comes running right out of the woods. I yell four as loud as I could, but no one knew why I was yelling until my disc popped this poor little boy directly in the forehead at just shy of the 300 foot mark.
The little boy went down and he had this terrible looking welt forming on his head...his parent came out, he was crying, there was all this talking and frantic Spanish happening in front of me...I gave about 50 "Lo siento"'s and even think I bowed once or twice....I felt so bad I can't even tell you...but I was also annoyed by the family picnicking in the middle of the course between two fairways.....
My buddies will never let me live that down and I haven't been back to that course since....