There was a guy, very bad haircut irregular bangs, large forehead, used to arrive at county course to be about the last to be able to tee off at a late twilight time, old bagboy pull cart, with a 1950s-60s vintage dial portable radio that used about 4-6 Dcell batteries, that he'd hang on the handle, and had a portable search-spot light. Because he came so late, he always just teed off alone and played until too dark for most folk; walking and playing and listening to his radio. Then when it got too dark to tee off and see ball, he'd just skip tees, and drop a ball 100 or so yards from a green, and point spot light towards the green.
I played with him for a few holes once. He could play very well (probably about low single digit handi) He had old wood woods, and I doubt ever bought a ball (fished them out of water hazards at end of day when pickin is good). He wasn't real chatty. He was around a few years, then never was seen again.