A year or so after my parents retired to Florida, I was down visiting when we got invited to play at a local course with a friend of my Dad's. Nice course, plenty of woods and swamp. It wasn't 'crowded', nor was it empty. A full sheet you could say with 10-12 minutes between times. First hole was fine- on the second hole, my Dad's friend got out of his cart and walked along the woods/swamp with his ball retriever. Well, "walked" would be an overstatement. 2 steps, poke around the under growth with the retriever..2 steps, poke around. Meanwhile, we're working our way up the fairway. Dad wasn't exactly a great player but he didn't waste time, and I was booming out those drives you do as a younger man. Every hole was like this- 2 steps, poke around, etc...Oh, and his golf game sucked. We were falling behind by quite a bit, and I saw (and he saw, obviously) the Ranger coming down the fairway from the green and he hopped into the cart and started off. While my Dad was taking his shot, the Ranger had a little chat with "Pete", and then I took my shot into the green. "Pete" comes over and says: "Ranger said *you* guys have to pick up the pace, we're falling behind". I nearly had a stroke. My dad was about to burst. I calmly had Dad go back to the cart and I told "Pete"- "Look, don't give me that crap- you better not get out of that cart for anything OTHER than to hit your ball and I'll TAKE that retriever now." He got all blustery and making excuses about how he's a member and entitled to do what he wants. I said "fine- then we will leave you here because we want to play golf." We decided to not finish and only went the 9 holes and we left. Turns out, he was on their list, which is why he didn't do it on the first hole. A little while later we found out he was banned for quite some time because of it. Several YEARS later after he suffered a stroke, his wife asked if we could help figure out what to do with his golf stuff in the garage. We went over and found dozens of milk crates FILLED with balls he found on the course and never actually used or sold as far as we could tell. In his golf bag were all NEW or hardly used Titleists, so he wasn't using them. Maybe it started with a couple here and there, then a few more and then you're "that guy" at your local who nobody wants to be paired up with- then they ban you unless you stop. He obviously never stopped, but must have done something to amass all those balls and still play at his course. So, don't be that guy...