"I got it, I got it." Yelled out the man. He was around his twenties and was in very good shape. Ever since he was a little kid (around six or seven) he always had a love for fishing. Conveniently there was a pond down in the woods behind his house. Every day he would go down to the pond and fish. The fish he caught were almost always to small to keep and eat, but the boy just loved the feel of catching a fish, pulling it up on the bank, removing the hook from the mouth of the fish, and throwing it back in the pond only to caught again on another day. Briefly he would find and catch a fish big enough eat. His mom and dad were divorced by the time he was born, he had never met his father, his mother would tell him...