The Old Man and the River
“My father used to tell me stories about how this river turned colors and stank to high heaven,” one fisherman said to the other. The two were standing calf-high in waders casting shad darts into the water teaming with American Shad. “No fish in its right mind wanted to be here,” he went on.
“Hey Grandpa, I got one!” the younger fisherman shouted excitedly.
“Reel ‘er in easy there son.”
“He’s really puttin’ up a fight.”