Chapter 17

Out on the dock Jack had two folding chairs set up with a cooler in front of each to put their feet up. Jack sat down and propped up his feet. Katie laughed.

-You know, Dad, they do make folding chairs that have footrests. If you got one of those you wouldn't have to use the cooler.

Jack turned towards her, his eyes twinkling.

-Yes, but the handy thing about this arrangement is that if I'm say…thirsty, all I have to do is kick open the cooler and voila!!!…I've got a beer.

Katie rolled her eyes.

-Nice dad.

-Thanks. So, you want one?

-No thanks. I think I'll be the designated fisher.

Jack laughed.

-Designated fisher? How'd you come up with that one?

-Laugh if you will, but let's see who catches any fish.

Jack smirked.

-You wanna make a bet on that?

-Since it was your idea…sure. Let's say that whoever doesn't catch any fish, has to cook what the other person catches.

-What if neither one of us catches anything?

Katie laughed.

-Oh, I'm pretty sure somebody will.

-Ok then, let the games begin.

They both grabbed a pole and cast in a line.

2 hours and 3 catfish later, Katie stood up to stretch.

-Well, that was fun. When's supper, dad?

Jack sighed.

-Give me a good half hour to cook these boys. I assume you like them fried?

Katie laughed.

-Is there any other way to eat a catfish?

Jack rolled his eyes and smiled.

-You know, one good thing did come out of this.

-You mean besides the fact that we actually have something to eat now?

-Very funny. I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that my streak of never catching a fish in my life continues.

-You're right. That's great news. Now, go cook my fish.

-Yes, ma'am.