My Queen had given the order to pack up the camper and boat cuz she wanted to go fishing. So without one word of back talk from me, I was off to work packing all the necessary secret fishing gear and camping equipment needed for a successful fishing trip. In just a few hours we were off, and the `Gone Fishing' sign was up again.
   Things looked good when we arrived at the mountain pond Queeny had selected for our adventure. No one was there and we had our choice of campsites. In no time I set up camp and we were off fishing again. It's a tough job but someone's gotta do it.
   Garden Hackel* was the choice of the day. I baited up the lines and down to business we got. The sun was shinning bright so down deep we would troll where the big fish roam. Of course, my Queen got the first bite, but the action was good, and I too got a fish.
*Garden Hackel = Night crawlers