Good Deeds and Fishing

It's 11pm and the sky is so clear I can see every star in it. I have a pole in the water and an eye on the sky as the boat gently rocks back and forth. The air is cool and you can hear the bugs and frogs and the occassion large bird. When we first started out we came upon another craft in distress. After towing them back to civilization, we nestled into a small cove of the lake to toss in our lines. Troy very quickly caught a small cat. Time passes and I drift into my own imagination, the still, glassy water reflecting lights from the houses along its banks. Aahhhh, relaxation achieved, even if nothing is caught.