He was alone on the lake. The sunrise was breathtaking. He had seen lots of mornings but none this beautiful.
His first cast landed near some bushes. He felt the thump and set the hook. The largemouth bass came out of the water, trying to shake the bait.
It fought hard but soon tired. He gently lifted it from the water, smiled, and released it.
There would be many more fish to visit with that morning. One was a smallmouth bigger than he had ever caught in all his years of fishing.
The sunlight glistened off its bronze body. He managed to take a selfie of himself and the fish.
