I remember a conversation I had with a visiting PK from the catwalk. He was right hash and not much more than an EP for FG. Muss (yes, Muss) iced him. I started barking him to not shank it, not "open the club face" (golfer term), and he < ahem> "acknowledged" me.
Snap. Spot. Kick.
Wide right, and right at me. (Yup, he opened the club face and shanked it!) Didn't pay for a beer the rest of that game.
Make the catwalks SRO for the first eight feet from the fence; the rest can be walkway across.