Paint, when I was a kid, my friend and I would go up to the golf course at a nearby country club, and shag golf balls. There was a little wooded hollow off to the side of the first tee, down an embankment, with a small stream and pond at the bottom. We would bring our diving masks, the bottom of that pond was a treasure-trove of balls. One would come sailing right in about every ten minutes, lol. After an hour of filling up our bags, we'd take them back to the pro shop, where they would give us 25 cents a ball if there was no damage. We then rode our bikes down to the neighborhood hamburger joint and splurged on greasy burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Thanks for helping me dredge-up that wonderful old memory!