I hated that old rooster, because he always chased me when I gathered eggs. But in this tale from my youth, that old rooster picked the wrong time and the wrong place for a winner-takes-all battle for “King of the Barnyard.”
I remember the family-fun times we had. Like when a big fish jumped right in our boat all by itself. It was bigger than any we’d caught all morning. I had a great time that weekend: just me and my Dad, fishing.