Originally Posted by RiponredTJ
Before my Canadian Tire job, we used to cut class sometimes in grade six to make a little cash.
We would ride our bikes to the Beaconsfield Gold Club and sit on the stairs to the caddy shack till we got called. Then we'd hump someone's bag over 18 holes, maybe get a spruce beer along the way, and end up with 2 or 3 bucks in our pockets for the effort at the end of the day. Buy a couple of hot rod magazines and some candy and consider it a day well spent
I lived next to a golf course. At night we would wade through the water and collect golf balls, clean them up and sell them back to the golfers.
More often than not they would just yell at us (uptight rich folk) but some would buy and be grateful.
We ended up being asked to leave and never come back, which was illegal as they were on a public water way. They would call the cops, the cops would yell at us, they would threaten to call our parents, we would laugh.
Knowing the law is half the battle, the other half is sticking to your guns when you know what you're doing is right.