Yes, that's right, I'm as cheap as they come.
Is it an overcast Tuesday with no one playing within four holes of me? Time to search the forest for strays!
I honestly find this to be one of my favorite things to do on the golf course... after all, most of my shots don't bring me much joy. But you're always a winner when you brave the thorns, branches, mud, and poison ivy just for a chance at picking up a few crappy golf balls!
Indeed, earlier this week I found two prime spots to hunt for the ghosts of terrible shots past. The 5th fairway of the "White Course," a fairway that curves gently to the right, and is lined by trees on the left. Needless to say, all those beautifully straight drives get punished on this hole...
And then there's the 7th hole of the "Blue Course." A 295 yard par 4, but a 90-degree dog leg left. Suspecting that there'd be no shortage of muscle men trying to drive the green over the trees [and failing most of the time], I braved said trees.
Between the two expeditions, I came out with sixty golf balls, 15-20 of which were usable ProV1s and ProV1xs.
And as for the dozens of balls that stink... I call that a free range bucket if you ask me!
Anyone else take part in this pastime for cheapskates?