I’m not a golfer, but this strikes me as a little extreme…
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Ha! Great find!
I remember when I was a kid my parents purchased this timeshare (back when those were a new thing) at this resort. It was sking during the winter and golfing during the summer. And of course there was nothing at all for a kid to do. So in the evenings after the golfers had turned in, we’d walk the stretch of the golf course near our timeshare and collect the golf balls that had been abandoned. By the end of the week I’d amassed a huge grocery bag brimming full of golf balls (back when grocery bags were still paper).
And yes I got to keep my balls.