CRAPPIES, KIDS, AND MEMORIES
Walking our dogs along Cypress Creek one afternoon, we came upon a young man fishing with his daughter near some flooded timber.
“Catching any?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling, “got three white perch!”
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