The chirping of birds adds a musical quality to the otherwise stillness of the air. Small animals, brought to life by the morning’s sun, are scurrying about as they begin their busy day doing whatever it is they do.

A low-lying fog blankets the water like a soft cotton quilt giving an almost surreal appearance to the bayou and off in the distance, one could hear the distinctive sounds of a large bass herding a school of bait-fish on the water’s surface.

The warm glow of the rising sun burns away the bellowing fog and reveals a mirror-like lake surface and two young boys wading in the water. Bare foot, with their pant legs rolled up, they are proudly holding their fishing rods that they bought with money earned from selling newspapers.

At the top of the hill, near the road, two bikes lay on the ground next to two brown paper lunch bags. Each containing an old mason jar filled with grape Kool-aid and a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich hastily thrown together in the pre-dawn hours before they quietly slipped out of the house to avoid waking their mother.

Small talk and laughter fill the air as they cast their “magic” lures to that mysterious spot where that big “lunker” bass lives. At this very special moment in time, all of their problems disappear.

And, everything in their world seems---right.