"Do you really want to know?" Jack asked her. "Isn't it kind of fun not knowing and letting your mind come up with all sorts of possibilities?"

"Did you use a net?" Daniel asked, looking around for one.

"Nope."

"I give up."

Well, that hadn't taken long. Jack smiled; Sam looked like she was about ready to strangle him, and Teal'c looked almost as annoyed.

"Fine..." He pointed to his tackle box. "Hand me that, Daniel." He wasn't going to get up if he didn't need to.

Daniel did as he was told, and brought the box over, expecting to see some kind of new-fangled device that would allow someone to catch a fish without a pole or a hook. Instead, when Jack opened it, he pulled out a slice of bread, and started ripping it up.

Ignoring (although he was privately enjoying) their looks of curiosity, Jack stood up with a groan, and walked over to the edge of the dock, standing next to Jaffer and looking down into the water. He didn't see anything, but the water was so clear that he could look all the way down to the bottom.

He tossed the bread pieces into the water and watched them floating for a minute, keeping his hand on Jaffer's head to let the dog know they weren't for him. Jack came trotting over to stand on the edge of the dock, too, watching with interest to see what was going on.

"Jack...?"

"Hush."

Daniel scowled.

Sam walked over and looked down into the water, standing beside Jaffer. She could see several dark shapes in the water, all drawn to the bread, which was beginning to sink from the surface and down towards the bottom.

"Hey! There's fish in-"

"Hush..."

Sam scowled, but turned to Teal'c, gesturing for him to come see. The Jaffa walked over to the edge of the dock and looked down. Sure enough, they were fish. Rather than be hushed by Jack, he simply looked at them, wondering if O'Neill had stocked fish into the lake recently, just to prove him wrong.

Jack watched the fish in silence for a few moments, and then snapped his fingers. Immediately, Jaffer plunged into the water, splashing all of them, and disappearing completely under the surface for a moment. They all stared, wondering what the heck was going on. Surely Jack hadn't meant for Jaffer to get in the water and scare all the fish off. But when Sam and the others looked over at Jack to see what his reaction was, O'Neill was simply watching the whitewater fly as Jaffer splashed in the water enthusiastically. A moment later, the black head came back to the surface, and in his mouth was a wriggling, very annoyed and very large bass.

"Holy shit!"

Jack couldn't help but smile, both at Daniel's reaction, and in pride, since that wasn't a trick that the guys at the base had taught Jaffer. The black lab swam to shore, still carrying the wriggling fish, and then came out onto the dock and stopped in front of Jack, his eyes grinning cheerfully up at Jack.

"How did he learn to do that?" Sam asked, smiling as she watched Jack take the fish from his dog, and examine it to make sure there weren't any puncture wounds from Jaffer's teeth.

Jack shrugged and dropped the fish into the bucket with the others.

"He used to catch the little ones on the shore and eat them before I could take them away from him, so we just moved on to the bigger ones. He's pretty good at it."

Jaffer shook himself mightily, spraying all of them with water droplets, but the others were too impressed at that moment to care, and Jack wasn't wearing anything but shorts. He'd dry.

Sam walked over, knelt down and looked into the bucket. She kind of felt sorry for the fish swimming there, unaware they were just waiting to be killed and eaten.

"Fresh fish for dinner tonight," Jack gloated, slapping Jaffer's side affectionately and misinterpreting the reason for Sam to be looking at the fish.

She frowned. "Why don't we barbeque tonight, instead?"

"Barbeque the fish?" That didn't sound all that appetizing.

She shook her head, trying to pretend she wasn't feeling sorry for the fish, since she knew she'd just be opening herself up for a lot of teasing. And probably not just from Jack.

"Burgers, or steak?"

"You don't want fish?"

She shrugged, looking over at the others to see if they would object. Neither Teal'c nor Daniel seemed to care. Daniel's expression was one of understanding, which meant that he probably understood what she was thinking, and at least for now, he wasn't going to make fun of her for being mushy.

"I'd rather have a burger."

Jack scowled, looking down at the fish, and then over at Teal'c and Daniel, who shrugged.

"Burgers are fine with me, Jack." Daniel told him.

"I am willing to forgo fish, as well, O'Neill, in favor of a burger or two."

Jack shrugged as well, and picked up the bucket.

"Well, I suppose I can clean them and freeze them for tomorrow..."

Now Sam knew that he'd caught on to why she didn't want fish for dinner, and he was teasing her, waiting for her to try and stand up for them. To use a fishing metaphor; he was baiting her. And she knew it. And worse; he knew she knew it. It was maddening.

"Jack..."

He grinned, and walked over to the edge of the dock, kneeling down and dumping the fish back into the water so they could swim off.

"Don't worry, Sam. The fun part's the catching, not the eating. We can have burgers."

She blushed slightly, but no one noticed since the redness could have been attributed to the sunny day, and leaned over to rub Jaffer's wet face.

"We'll even give you an extra burger, Jaffer, since you had to do all the hard work."

That was fine with Jaffer. He wagged his tail, more than willing to catch fish all day if it meant a lot of hamburgers at night!