Earlier this year, Aaron bargained: no summer baseball for fishing trips. I agreed. We've plenty of local fishing holes. I figured the trade would mean less time traveling to neighboring community baseball fields. And so, most evenings he and I spend an hour or two where he can wet his line and I can catch up on my reading.
That it was raining tonight didn't matter. Aaron was determined to fish. In an hour's time, he pulled in:
a
sizable
sunfish,
a
scrawny
northern
pike
and
a
fighting
big-
mouthed
bass.
His enthusiasm eventually lured me out of the car and onto the pier
to
fish
for
frames
of
Fervent
Fishermen.
That it was raining tonight didn't matter. Aaron was determined to fish. In an hour's time, he pulled in:
