Evening Pond Fishing

So after dinner, I got permission to keep Stefan up a tiny bit past his bedtime, and we drove to some nearby ponds.   After we parked, we walked back about 500 yards on an old tractor trail that cut through some open space.   It was a nice cool evening with clear skies, and we had a nice backdrop of the Rockies in front of a setting sun.  The ponds were glass still.  A few belly boaters were coming in, and one fisherman told us that there were a bunch of small fish where he was just standing and we could give it a go.  Stefan boldly said "thank you", and "we'll let you know if we catch any."  A few women were later standing on the other side of the pond and Stefan yelled out "hi" to them, and then proceeded to tell them we were fishing and caught one crappie.  He mostly played in the tackle box, and when I caught a fish he would run over and reel it in.  When they jumped, he called them "tricky fish".  On the way back to the truck, Stefan was singing the whole way home at the top of his lungs a song he heard on the kids radio station earlier.  On the way home, we saw a huge buck mule deer cross the road in front of us.