He jumped slightly at being booted.<em>Fish?</em>he questioned.<em>Oh yes of course I was just going to do that right away.</em>he said. He walked over to the truck and grabbed the only thing that remained in the body a small open reel fishing pole, tackle, and a jar marked bait.<em>what kind of fish we'll possibly catch in this here lake?</em>He wondered to himself and wandered off down to the shore.<br/><br/>The sun was starting its decent into the western sky which told Lonestar it was roughly 6 o'clock which coincidently is what his wrist watch said too!. He threaded the fishing line through the eyes and tied on a hook. He then picked up the jar and screwed off the lid. Looking down at the worms he spoke to them<em>"Which one of you would like to go for a swim"</em>he mused. He picked out an exceptionally large worm and pierced the hook through its wriggling form. He cast the baited hook into the lake and waited to do the dance that comes with fighting a fish on his line. As he waited he thought about Roz and what she was doing up at the cabin...<br/><br/>