My dad and I would fish alot when I was young, so glad we did, the memories are sweet. Dad would pack us a lunch of sandwiches wrapped in wax paper, those orange peanutbutter crackers, and a quart jar of ice water that all went into a peck basket, along with a jar of leeches that we'd collected a day or two before. The basket went into the back of our red and white 1957 Ford station wagon along with the cane poles, tackel box, coleman lantern, and a burlap bag for our catch. We showed up one friday night at our secret spot and found a fella in OUR spot! What was he thinkin? Dad just said we'll fish along side of of him, it'll be fine. And as you'll see, dad was right as usual. We found a good rock for a seat, tied the line to the poles, baited up, chowed down on lunch, and washed it down with the ice water we shared. Just before dark, dad reached behind him, grabbed the bail on the coleman lantern, raised it up to make sure the mantels were still in tact. He'd set it on his lap and pump air into the tank till you'd hear air squeal out from under his thumb, then turn that black knob (hissss), get out his zippo, light it and put it near one of the bigger holes under the globe and POOF!! It made a halo of light out far enough to see our bobbers clearly but i'd always wonder what monsters were just beyond my view. It turned out I was safe, I was with dad! He found just the right rock to set the lantern on so we'd see all the bobbers as we fished. That's when the stranger spoke up, "Hey, be careful there, two months ago I did the same thing and the rock was a turtle. That thing took off with my lantern on its back and I figured i'd seen the last of it till last week, I couldn't believe my eyes when that very same turtle came back up here and my lantern was STILL a burnin!" Dad looked at me then turned to the stranger and said, "About a year ago, right where your fishin, my son here caught a catfish so big that I had to put my hand in its mouth to land it. Well that ole fish broke the line and swam off with my wrist watch, boy I was mad. Well two weeks ago, we caught that same fish, took him home, cleaned it and that Timex was still ticken!" The stranger took off his hat rubbed his head looked at my dad, smiled and said, "If you make your Timex stop, i'll blow out my lantern."