They were nice, they were pleasant, they were ordinary. They weren't complaining and moaning because they were poor, they were making due with what they had trying to build a family in the process. Here were these young kids, they didn't know they were poor. They were running in and out of the water, kicking balls around and tossing bones to the dog and talking up a storm and wanting to know why I let my fish go. But you like them so why don't you have these.
Northern pike are good eating fish, too.
I spent time with the kids in my free time. I'd talk with them and pal around with them. I spent an evening talking with the folks just shooting the breeze telling them fishing stories and showing them some fishing tackle and how to use it. I want to tell you something about how I felt about the whole process. All of that was rather minor, my contribution, but it was something.