
The Story
One man, one wetsuit, a whole lot of ponds
It started in '03 with a fishing net and a hunch that the 7th-hole pond at Miller Creek was hiding a fortune in Titleists. It was. Since then I've turned ball hunting into an honest trade—part treasure hunt, part conservation, all grit.
Every ball I pull gets sorted, scrubbed, graded, and given a second life. The ones too far gone get recycled responsibly, so the water stays clean and the critters stay happy.
No divers hurt, no ponds harmed—just a lot of very good golf balls rescued from the deep.

