Perhaps expressing a yearning for a simpler life of rustic pleasures, these young fishermen are spending this sunny spring Saturday sitting beside Kissena Lake, their lines idling in its still waters. The gentleman on the left is clearly the leader, as indicated by his camouflage hat and authentic overturned five-gallon bucket. (Note the rinky-dink kitty-litter pails that his more citified companions are perched upon.) As I walked by, a country song — about fishing — was playing on their portable stereo.
UPDATE: A few months later, nutrient-rich runoff that was washed into the lake by a flash flood triggered a bloom of blue-green algae that killed at least 150 fish.