Living a badly sliced drive off the second fairway at Waverley Country Club in Portland, OR when I was a teen presented my brother and I with the enticement of experiencing the glory of this "most exclusive club in the area"...
Crossing the lane and over the white fence we would go to play a few holes in the back corners of the course away from the prying eyes of the clubhouse...
We did this in the evening when the course was deserted and the grounds crews were all safely at home with their families...we loved the condition of the course and made sure to leave it in as good, or better shape when we were done for the night...
One evening we were out on a typical foray and an assistant pro locked up his brakes while on the drive out...he got out of his car came up to the fence...my brother and I thought we were "busted"...the pro yelled out, "Hey, if you guys are going to sneak on, at least look like you belong here, OK?" We thanked him for the tip and told him we would look our country club best the next time we jumped the fence.
The next evening decked out in plaid pants and dress shirt smartly under a vee necked sweater we went out and played our typical 6 holes, disturbing none of the paying members, respecting the work of the greens crew and enjoying a beautiful summer evening together.