Thor the Bull Shitter

(circa 1981)
 
In 10th grade I hung out with
a kid named Thor.
His house was on my paper route.
He was known as a “bull shitter,” 
but he loved to go fishing.
 
He had a driver’s license and
he owned a brown Volkswagen van.
He would make me car sick,
the way he worked
the foot pedaled gas accelerator.
It would go from 30 to 35 to 30 to 35 mph.
“Damn,  can’t you keep your foot still?”
 
We drove to Leaser Lake
to go fishing  early
one weekday summer morning.
As we drove up a mountain road, 
we saw a fish stalking truck ahead us.
 
The stream is tiny, and
there is a deep hole where
the volunteers dump the fish
under the road pipe.
 
Thor and I drive back a half hour later,
jump into the water hole with our nets and
“net” ten 10”-14” fat trout.
 
It was the fastest fishing trip of my life.
It was easier than shooting fish in a barrel.
It was unethical and illegal
which made it fun.
I gave my fish to Thor.