“You catch somethin’?” Arthur called, rolling in his rod in, then looking out on the sunset sky.

“Not yet,” You replied. Throwing your rod bait into the Flat Iron Lake, just out on the other side of the beach.

Suddenly, you saw a massive surgeon fish swimming through, and it had gotten caught into your fishing rod.

Arthur had been a witness, and turned his head to you. “Ay! You got one,” he called, lightly smiling.