Now the man watched the dip of the three sticks over the side of the skiff and rowed gently to keep the lines straight up and down and at their proper depths.
While his peers might have been trying their luck with a potential squeeze in the dark corner of a parquet-floored hall, he was sitting under the moonlight with a rod, eager to catch a handsome carp, perch or bream.
The old-timer at the bait shop had handed her a rod -- a scant three feet long, designed for ice fishing -- off the wall the first time she'd gone in there.
I had never used a fly fishing rod, but the former first lady who learned the sport late in life patiently provided hands-on instruction, explaining it's all in the wrist.
On the left stands another fashionable woman extending her fishing pole onto the water, Below her is an affluent looking man seated on the grass with a cane and a top hat looking at the river.
What's better, dude, 10 fish in the bucket or 10 fishing poles all around the lake with a freaking worm on the end of them in the water waiting to catch you more fish?
Now, fortunately for Cheryl, she hops on over to the newly lit puzzle without realizing this is a bring-your-own-pole type of situation which once again puts her at a dead end.
Cheryl told reporter Pete Zimowski that she planned to cremate Conley's remains along with one of his favorite fly fishing rods, hat, and suspenders that belonged to his father.