Sportsmen A Story
October, 1985
We kept the perch we caught in a stone pool in front of the living-room window. An elm shaded the pool, and when the heavy drapes of the living room were drawn so my mother could see the sheet music on the piano, the window reflected the barred shapes of the lake perch in the pool.We caught them from the rocks on the edge of Lake Erie, rocks that were submerged when the wakes of passing freighters hit the shore. From a distance, the freighters pushed a big swell in front of them without themselv...
