A Camera in the Hand. . .

I don't remember how this conversation started or even some of the best parts.

"We had a lot of mice living in the barn. Uncle Elvis said we ought to try fishing with them, so we caught a bunch and put them in a big box and went down to the river. We wore gloves and would reach in and grab a mouse and hook it behind the neck. As soon as the first one hit the water, a big old bass came up and swallowed it. If we'd had enough mice, we could of cleaned the river of bass. You never saw anything like that in your life."

I didn't take his photograph. My cameras are beginning to rust.