I learned to play golf by sneaking onto a golf course...10 year olds may have 20 bucks these day, but we didn't back then.
My buddies and I would walk three blocks from our porches over to the Evergreen Golf Club after a Weepin' Mary Wednesday at school and we'd peg one on the 10th hole like nobody gave a fuck...because they didn't...the Bulls were winning Championships and business was good and how do you charge 10 year olds $ 20 bucks on a Wednesday afternoon ?
The "Marshalls " didn't give a shit back then..." Hey, don't mess up the outing," they may have suggested in passing. Besides that; play fast and if not, let the cart groups through.
The one time I didn't sneak on, but was given permission to, was at St. Andrews on a December Sunday morning. The Old Course was closed for Mass and so I approached the New Course starter hut and paid my dues and it being Sunday and December and all, he leaned outside his box and said," If ya' get lost and end up playing a few holes down there on the Old, don't ya' worry..."
And then he winked and watched me walk away.