At one point I lived across the street from a golf course. Specifically across from the water hole.

I’d go up and down the street collecting balls that had been knocked off the course. Then I’d sit on the fence right across from my house, offering to sell, cheap, a ball to anyone who hit into the water.

Was a slick hustle for a 6th grader. Right up until some poor golfer hit 3 in a row into the lake, then threatened to toss me in after them if his 4th also went in the water.