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Makes $15 million by collecting lost golf balls

According to research teams at the Danish Golf Union discovered that about 300 million golf balls are lost or discarded in the U.S., alone every years.

Well, do you know what Glenn Berger decided to do with those 300 million golf balls?

He decided to go and find them.

And then sell them.

Glenn Berger claims that he finds about 1.3 million to 1.7 million golf balls each year and sells them back to the course or other distributors after going through a cleaning process.

Now that's what you call entrepreneurship!

Berger casually mentioned that scuba diving is a dangerous activity.
“It’s a great job. I’ve seen alligators, venomous cottonmouth snakes, snapping turtles and even crocodiles. It can get tense sometimes. I’ve had a few run-ins with alligators – they’re a hazard in my line of work but it's all worthwhile.”

Is this guy serious? He dodges alligators for a living!

He has contracts with 30 different golf courses and claimed his personal best was 17,000 balls in a single day. And he would sell them up to $2 each depending on the condition of the balls.
Here is a short tutorial from Berger himself on how to make $15 million by collecting golf balls.

Now Vinglers, would you be willing to take on this job?

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gators are a no no
If I can make 15 mil dodging alligators that's one hell of an exciting job. Yep
Possibly if I was low on money. I wouldn't go into dangerous waters tho lolol
nope
haters and gaters always trying to get in the way of this guy and his golf balls!
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