I carried a camera at a local middle school golf match. At the first hole I noticed a Great Blue Heron haunting a pond, camouflaged by rip rap and grey skies.

Distractions during a round of golf are as unwelcome as a malfunctioning fire alarm in a school. So when a loud splash interrupted a golf shot, everyone turned to give disapproving frowns to the culprit.

The guilty party didn’t seem to care. The heron was holding a Largemouth Bass weighing at least two pounds. I commented that, this time, the heron bit off more than he could chew. I should have known better. Like any other heron, this one ate the bass whole. It just took a little more effort than usual.