It was sunset, and just out past my pier a lone fisherman remained on the lake. All the other fisherman had gone home for the night except for him. He stayed there until last rays of sun light left the sky, leaving him in inky darkness except for the small reflection of a crescent moon. He then started to pack his things when a fish finally decided to bite. I swear you could hear his joyful cry from the other side of the lake. It turned out that he had caught a 32in Walleye!