What Michael Copperman’s Fishing Lessons Reveal About Life Will Surprise You
“Oh, lord,” he said.
My aunt hurried up, took one look at my hooked finger, and let out a scream.
I waited for Uncle Bill to pull the hook free, as he had from the fish, but his hands were shaking as he turned my hand this way and that, and then stepped away as if afraid of me. The old Forest Service man appeared now at my side. “Let me see, son,” he said.
He examined my hand and shook his head. “You’re good and hooked,” he said. He walked over to Uncle Bill and spoke a little under his breath.
“No fucking way,” Uncle Bill said.
