It was a hot summer day in June. Fisherman Joe and the Bingham Bum were whining and crying from boredom. I dug deep into my bag of fun and said “Let’s go fishing!” We couldn’t go far as the ‘49 Willy’s was trashed from the trip we had taken to Lost Pond. We went to a place not far from home to a huge dam where salmon roam. Once there, I rigged the rods with streamer flies that were gray, and weighed them down so the kids could play. The dam was making power on this day. Lots of water was coming through and the current was very strong. I decided that life jackets must be worn while fishing from the river bank so that this day did not become a disaster. As we cast our lines I noticed fish jumping for flies nearby. Not thinking, I told Fisherman Joe to cast his line over where we saw the fish jump. Sure enough young Fisherman Joe stole the show.