M.V.
Selah. Fat 7-irons on dry mornings. “I kept buying bounce. They moved my handle height and the bruise sat on the ball. Still the same grind.”
Catchment voices
What they said once the tape came off
Initials and towns only. We do not harvest last names for a wall of fame. If a note mentions a course, it is because the lie there is part of the story.
K.R.
Ellensburg. Thin driver from a high tee. “Low-point was racing. A shorter handle and a lower tee put a kiss on the front plate where it belongs.”
P.D.
Wenatchee. Hybrid that excavated. “The wide rescue from the chain store mined four millimeters. The narrower head they pulled off the wall left a shallow trail.”
A.N.
Richland. Wedges. “I wanted a new camber colorway. Rhea made me hit tape first. The full-shot mark was already fine; the chip was a stall. I left with my old stamp and a note.”
S.L.
Yakima. Putter skid. “The strip here is not a carpet. First hop told on my scoop. Lie change, not a mallet, and the roll started sooner.”
B.W.
Kennewick. Orchard Bag. “Drove up on a Saturday Dust leftover — actually a weekday Canal that turned into the full set. Driver through putter, one ball model, a stack of sheets. Worth the I-82 stretch.”