Once upon a time – in the eve of a sunset that shimmered a reflection of beauty into the lake, by an old farmhouse, near and abandoned corn field – there sat two happy people, a boy Eddie and Grandpa Joe, in outdoor chairs with fishing poles in hands and lines in the water, awaiting their catches.

Once upon a time – in the eve of a sunset that shimmered a reflection of beauty into the lake, by an old farmhouse, near and abandoned corn field – there sat two happy people, a boy Eddie and Grandpa Joe, in outdoor chairs with fishing poles in hands and lines in the water, awaiting their catches.

T’was quiet and the only sounds were croaking frogs. Soon the bobber moved, so Eddie yanked the line to him and reaped a tiny turtle. He and Grandpa did laugh and put it into the water, and to try again. Yonder was a dirt road, and a cowboy on his horse slowly rode along – but ne’er saw the fishermen – went on by.

By now, no catch, so the two decided to eat supper (in picnic basket) and attached their poles to grounders while they ate. Prayer said, food devoured and back to their fishing. Suddenly, Grandpa’s bobber yanked, and his line reeled to him, was a nice size catfish and into the fish bucket it went. Then Eddie caught a sunperch and placed it into the fish bucket, too.

The sunset had disappeared and dawn upon them. Gathering their items, they were leaving the lake area when – on the dusty road – the cowboy rode to them; greetings were “Howdy folk, I’m Clint the Cowpoke.” Handshakes and show of fish caught was done; then onward the two fishermen went. Arriving home to Grandpa’s quaint little house on the hillside, “ho-hum” was the sigh. Later on, both retired for a good night’s sleep of “fish dreams!”