As young pups
with no direction, me and my mate set forth on a venture which would see us rich in weeks with minimal effort. Off we toddled to the local golf course, where we would search for lost balls and re-sell our bounty to the rich, stupid golfers. It was great fun..... lovely scenery, good banter, we once found a sheeps skeleton in some trees. There was even a hilarious incident on the practice course where my mate kept turning round to find mysteriously appearing balls, all of which he picked up and pocketed..... until the man who had been chipping them over a hill appeared and, er, suggested he return them post haste.

All summer long we searched for our bouncy bounty. It all fell flat when I worked out to actually make a decent living we'd have to sell each ball for around £10. Bugger.

I ended up giving most of them away to local kids years later, apart from the unlucky few I cut open with a stanley knife. One of the true wonders of the world is watching the miles of tightly wound elastic bands inside them unravel itself.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 3 Aug 2008, 13:26, Reply)