The following poem was left as an online comment on Hunter Hill’s feature “Bighorn Best,” published on June 1.

When I came upon them,
They were celebrating.
I later learned that the boy was four;
His grandpa was pushing 74.
When I say celebrating, I mean all out
Jumping up and down…
Hooting and hollering…
Backslapping celebrating…!!!
They were overjoyed at the boy’s latest catch,
His fourth sunfish for the day.
“He’ll go nearly five inches!” said the old man.
“He’s a real fatty!” said the boy.
Yep…They, for sure…
Had a WHOPPER…!!!

Lloyd Barnhart 
West Sand Lake, NY