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Flowage in the Fall

by George Vukelich

The old man has fished this place for years.

We fished it only yesterday.

One last pike for old times sake

before the winter takes this lake.

He was not too big but big enough.

Still the old man put him back.

Gently, I thought.

He hooked two more and let them free.

He put down his road

and packed up his pipe.

We were the last ones out of the slough

again.

Next spring, the old man smiled.

Maybe next Spring.