Joshua says he crams. I am lying in a lawn chair on a riverbank. It is very warm. A man stands knee-deep in the river, fishing. I am able to see underwater as the bait splashes in the water and gets pulled through the weeds.
Fish watch with interest.
The man pulls a large, silver fish from the water, removes the hook from its mouth and releases it. I decide that I would like to fish. My brother has uncovered some worms in the mud, some of which he eats. My brother wraps a skinny worm around a large, complicated fish hook that has multiple barbs. I cast the hook into the water with a flimsy fishing rod.