OMG... I remember swiping balls from the local driving range when I was a kid... in broad daylight 'cause the back portions of the range were over a crested hill. My friend and I would load up and claim that the balls had sailed over the side fence. Then we'd turn them into the owner and he'd pay us a penny a ball. In short order he caught on to us, however. From there we graduated to sneaking onto private golf courses.