My dad, Uncle Jack, and I ventured out to Fountain Hills again this year to play in the Shepherd of the Hills charity golf tournament. This year's iteration was on Holy Saturday in April. The tendons in my arms hurt a lot from squeezing PVC pipe together, so I started slow and in pain, but some Advil from Uncle Jack's bag cleared that up. For as well as we played, our score of 4 under wasn't anything to be ashamed about. Afterward, there was great home-made food in the church hall.
These photos are on #8, which we managed to par.



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