Lyman's father came by early yesterday to pick up a cricket box. He was going up to the lake to fish with a friend for bream.

Luck must not have been so good, since he brought back a bucket of small catfish retrieved from a trap at Lyman's brother's property.

"They're small. They're good skinned and fried whole this way. Y'all can do what you want with them. They sure are good fried whole."

Was that a hint, ya think?