I used to see shiny backs of schools of fish swimming in the water. "There", Billy, he'd say, "there goes the lot". We'd race the boat and catch up with them and start dropping the nets.

Grandma couldn't believe her eyes with all the fish we brought home. I especially liked the hot chocolate and marshmallows after fishing by the fire in Gran and Grampa's house.

I'll take care of Gran, don't you worry Grampa.