This is a short story about a determined Hymie who loved fishing when he was about 7 years old. Pop and Hymie were fishing buddies back then. We lived in Ashtabula Ohio. Pop took Hymie one evening to Lake Erie where they sat on rocks and fished off the shore. If you are not familiar with Lake Erie it is a vast lake. It stretches from United States to Canada. Lake Erie is one of the 5 Great Lakes where ocean liners haul cargo from the ocean through the St Lawrence Seaway through the Great Lakes and back. Lake Erie is known to be very unpredictable. A storm can come through faster then expected. Lake Erie is also known for their Walleye and Lake Erie Perch,some excellent eating fish. Like I was saying Pop and Hymie are sitting on rocks fishing off the shore,enjoying the sport of fishing.It is evening so the sky is dark as well as the water. The only thing lit up is the lattern between them. The air was breezy,as time slips by the breezy air turns to wild wind,the lake starts getting choppy to the point where they are getting sprayed by the waves. It starts to rain and Pop starts gathering their fishing gear and heads back to the car. There sits Hymie determined to catch a plate of tasty fish. Well, that night they did not catch any plates of tasty fish only another memory.