Playing a round on a college campus in VT, locals had recently built some new holes on a very wooded front nine that I really liked. There was one hole in particular I had been looking forward to playing again, fantastic slight downhill with a skinny but tall Y shaped tree in the middle of an otherwise straight fairway. Once we got to the tee pad there were what looked like two freshman who had started a small bonfire 4 feet from the GD basket.. I yelled "HEYYYY" a few times but you could tell they were on the good stuff by the way they were giggling and awkwardly pretending they didn't hear or see us. We were forced to skip the hole but had to walk right by them so I hucked a driver full speed from the fire and aced that mofo.