“What sort are they?”<\/p>\n
“Mullet.”<\/p>\n
We watch the water. It is still in the early light beneath a clear sky tinged with gold.<\/p>\n
“There they go.” We watch as fish after fish leaps from the water, crashing down with a thumping boom. After a few moments all is still.<\/p>\n
“What are they doing?”<\/p>\n
“Booming.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“No one knows. For feeding. For breeding. Maybe for fun.”<\/p>\n
We drift across the lake. My eyes never leave the surface, waiting for the next eruption.<\/p>\n
I don’t tell him how much I like it here. And he doesn’t ask.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“What sort are they?” “Mullet.” We watch the water. It is still in the early light beneath a clear sky tinged with gold. “There they go.” We watch as fish after fish leaps from the water, crashing down with a thumping boom. After a few moments all is still. “What are they doing?” “Booming.” “Why?” … Continue reading #29: Fishing<\/span>