Neither Lynn, It is Golf Balls. Arthists in the fingers makes it golfballs.
I do know that at my buddy's home, just off the number 3 tee of a golf Course, the golfers hated it when we would go plinking in his back yard. Seems they only found Bits and pieces of their gold balls or would jump at the sounds of a rifle going off.
However, they did redesign the Golf course and now there is no Number 3 Tee by his house. Man they take the fun out of plinking. But then, I never did figure out how to cook them. They were aleays hard.
Ah the good old days when we entertained ourselves.
