The old time fishing story

When Dad and I had a conversation in the hospital I reminded him that I caught my first fish on the Dolores River in Colorado. It was a small catfish.

Dad told me of the story of how Darrell and he went bumming up the Dolores river when they were young. They hitch hiked up the river and crossed it following a tributary. They caught a nice batch of trout and but them in a can. They had a skillet and fried them up. As they put their sleeping bags out under the stars and huge storm came up.
They headed for cover in the farmers supply shed. They spent the night and when they morning came, they were awaken by the farmer/s dog.
The farmer knew Darrell's father and gave him a call to come pick the boys up. As for the "watch dog" the farmer said " I knew he was good for nothing." When they got home they were covered with soot and were as about as dirty as two guys could be.