The Pond

I've got a little buddy, John, who lives down the street and whom I've given permission to fish the pond.  When he's successful, he shows me what he's caught.  This morning he knocked on the gate.

He tells me that he aught it on his daddy's brand-new spinner bait.  It's a nice little large-mouth bass in the three pound range.  John says he's going to put it on ice until his dad gets home from work, then brag a little bit before he filets it for the pan.

I think that's a great plan, John.  Good work.