Clad in waist-high waders, a 70-pound feedbag girdling his waist and his ball-retrieving invention, "Mr. Lucky," in hand, Aux Tinee wastes little time before plunging into one of the many amoeba-shape ponds that dot this Illinois course. "I can't tell you all the golf courses I hunt," Aux Tinee says in a conspiratorial whisper. "I don't tell nobody. There's a lot of freelancers."
Welcome to the secretive world of golf ball retrieval, an estimated $200 million industry that thrives beneath the crisp surface of mainstream golf.
I used to be a bit of a freelancer. Not diving, strictly retrieving on the ground. And not actively seeking, just pocketing the found. I was aided in this task by the Jack Russell Terrier (aka Miss Lucky) who had trained herself to work with maximum efficiency and discretion.
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