Shot a 74 at Kizer about 12-13 years ago. I had a friend that worked with me, and once daylight savings kicked in, we walked as many holes as we could at Kizer or Clay on Wednesdays after work. Straight from the truck to #1 tee, off and rolling by 5:20 PM. We usually got 18 in. Maybe more during June / July / August.
Started fairway-green-3 putt on 1. Fuck. Holes 2-18, I hit every GIR. Got home in two on 14 as well. Hole 1 was a 3-putt. Holes 2-13 were 2-putt pars. 14 was a 3-putt par (doh). 15,16,17 were 2-putt pars and on 18, after sticking my approach below the hole with a 15-ft uphill putt for bird, I managed to 3-jack for bogey. So, a smooth 74 with 18 GIR and 39 putts. Sixteen pars and two bogies. The odd thing is, I've always been a pretty fucking decent putter. I burned lips all day long, they just never fell.
Shot a 74 at Lions that same summer, but that was all over the place with five birdies, four bogies and two doubles. Had kids shortly thereafter, and my golf game went to shit. Now, I'm lucky if I play twice a year and I'm glad when I keep it in double digits.