
The Story
One man, one bag, and a lot of lost balls
Crikey! Back in '03 I waded into the 7th-hole pond at Miller Creek with a fishin' net and a dream, and lemme tell ya—she was absolutely CHOCKERS with Titleists. Beauty! Some fella's bad slice is my bread and butter, mate.
Now have a go at this little ripper: whether she's snagged up a gum tree or sunk down in the murky depths where the water snakes live, I'll wrestle her out. Every ball gets a wash, a grade, and a second crack at glory. The price is right, the price is right!
No divers harmed, no branches snapped, no crocs bitten—just a great big bag of gorgeous golf balls, rescued and ready to fly. Danger's me middle name, mate.


