Sticks and String

In a small, tranquil corner of the city, just below the rush of a hydroelectric dam, is a place where my almost 17 year old boy spends most of his non-winter days.  He almost always goes alone, but today he invited me to join along.  With our sticks and string, Jake and I spent one glorious evening casting {on} near the river's edge.  I can see why he likes it here so much.  When you're on the shore line, the whole city disappears above you, and the only sound, is the rapid current of the river.  

He ended up with a fish, and I ended up with a {sleeve}.  I hope he invites me again soon.

p.s.  This river also has snapping turtles.  Eek!

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