I remember, way back in the late 70s, there was a lady in the Santa Cruz CA area with an average around 100 who shot a 300 game with an eight-pound house ball. I recall having read the story in a local bowling publication. Supposedly, after she threw the strike in the 10th, she went back to the settee to change her shoes, because she thought that she was done with the game. Her teammates informed her that she still had two more shots to throw, so she proceeded to walk up and get the last two for the perfecto.
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"Dispensing conventional wisdom to a fingertip world."
Horrid in Doubles, torrid in Singles...
...that's The Curse of Dusty.