We have all suffered one of these. I included and it happened on the course.
On a nice sunny day along #7 on my previous home course, I badly hooked the ball and it went into the weeds along the pond adjacent to the fairway. Knowing that I had done this on several other occasions, I knew I could find my ball. Stepping into the tall weeds I took about four steps and with my left foot foreward stepped into a muskrat hole under the weeds. Down I went up to my upper thigh and the right foot, in order to gain ballance, went in another spot up to my knee. Do you know what that feels like? I managed to climb out, take off my shoes, socks & pants, wring out my pants, and finish the hole in bare feet. With 2 holes to go we all had a good laugh and when we got back to the clubhouse after finishing those 2 holes,(me in bare feet), every one in the area heard about it. I have never been able to live that down and was known from then on as skinny dipping for my ball.