Wenatchee Stake Golf Tournament was today, and Dad, Rick, and Tom played together along with Kyle Cox, spouse of one of Tom and Rob's assistants. Golf was fun, with the chips going pretty well. Then we came to the 4th hole on the Lakes course. Par 3 with a cattail-ringed pond to the right of the hole. Tom hit first, pulled the fly rod out of his golf bag with the big, ugly-green, rubber-legged bass bug attached, and started heading down the right side of the fairway. By the time we reached the green, he had stripped his bass bag a few times through the pond and had a 12" bass flopping on the shore. We were tempted to leave it in the hole to surprise the next group, but decided it was "be nice to fish that aren't trout" day (although if it were a dolly varden, he probably would have whacked its head on the side of the cart, then left it in the hole with the flag impaled through it - years of conditioning at Bella Coola!). He returned the bass safely to the water and instead recorded his catch on the closest-to-the-pin sheet. He was recognized at the awards lunch for recording the largest (and only) catch of the day, but didn't receive a prize, other than a lot of people shaking there heads and mumbling something like "crazy Bishop!"
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