"No ma'am," he answered. "But I've got permission. The owner said I come any time."
"Reckon I can, too?"
"Why not?" he said.
He fished, and I looked for odonates. He caught four beautiful dinner-sized bass -- 1, 2, 3, 4, almost that quick! -- while I saw only the same bugs I had just seen at the Day Lake Road pond.
I started toward the weeds between me and the water, but my companion turned and said, "Better not do that. There's snakes in there."
I confessed that I often just plow my way to water, only later realizing that's a stupid thing to do.
"Yeah, you're lucky."
"You're lucky, too! Just look at those fish! Will you eat them for supper?
"Oh no. I fish for my 75-year-old friend. I can catch 'em whenever I want, but he can't. So I clean 'em up, take 'em to his door, and know he'll smile and thank me."
Sometimes it's just not about the bugs.
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