Mike nodded at Matt and downed the rest of his beer, and the two went outside after changing quickly to some shorts and wading shoes, stopping to grab the seine and both minnow buckets, a few fishing poles and a small cup of dirt and worms.
"Lets try and get some Hellgrammites first," Mike said as they walked down towards the river.
"Yeah," Matt said, unrolling the seine and laying it out.
As they shook out the ten foot net attached to two poles, Emma and Emily came down the hill then and walked over.
"You catching or holding, Em?" Mike asked.
"You know I don't like those bastards," she responded. "I'm holding."
Emily looked over at her. "What bastards? What exactly are we catching?"
"Hellgrammites," she answered simply, as if that answered the question. "Mean little fuckers."
Mike
