We spread out around the store, some heading to the second level for a better view, then I gave the signal and scaled the artificial rock wall up to the edge of the water, past the stuffed deer and coyote. Taking a deep breath and smiling into my GoPro, I slinked quietly into the corner of the aquarium, fully clothed, and swam down into the middle of the assorted fish species, who looked almost as perplexed and startled as the family of four standing on the other side of the glass. I was only under for about 10 seconds, but in that green silence, I imagined that alarms were going off throughout the store and Bass Pro Shops commandos would be popping out of the tent section to confront me. I emerged from the water only to find more silence and to watch my friends scurry back into the clothing racks to remain inconspicuous. I drip-dried next to the stuffed deer for nearly a minute before hopping back down and making my escape. I was intercepted by an amazingly rageful manager near the exit, but the rest of the employees seemed more concerned about containing him than they were about me (he was saying some pretty awful things), so I walked out the front door, ditched the guy they’d sent to follow me, and circled back to the rendezvous point: a nearby Italian restaurant where the boys and I laughed over our little Bass Pro adventure.