Duncan smiled calmly and drawled a little.  “Well, it helps a little when you donate to the National Park Service and the local hatchery.”

As they walked down to the edge of the pond formed by the stream Duncan grinned as he spotted a fish leaping out of the water repeatedly.  His bobber kept disappearing.  He calmly picked up his rod and started to reel in the line.  There on the hook was a 13 inch trout.  He looked utterly smug as he pulled it off and stuck it on a stringer.

“Welp, I caught MY dinner.  What chu gonna eat?”  He laughed a little.  Don’t worry.  I’d share.  Not the first time that has happened to me.  Back when I was 15 and my stepfamily was still together we went by Bottomless Lakes State Park near Roswell, NM.  I caught an entire meal for a family of seven.  We set our rods and went back up to the camper.  By the time I got back I had a fish hooked just like this.  Noone else caught a thing.”  He laughed some more.  “Please don’t hate me.  Besides, I came prepared for this.  I talked Kevin into packing me some small containers of those mac and cheese dishes.”

He glanced back up at the tents and tried not to grin.  He looked like he was in pain. “You know, my tent has three rooms.  I was going to use one for a bathroom, one for my bedroom, and the main room for the kitchen and living room.  I have a stove in there.  I forgot the big screen TV.”  He looked nonchalantly, then laughed.  “Kidding.  Roughing it.  I know.  I actually know how to make fire half a dozen ways from scratch.  I took a humanities type course where they taught us how - and made us do it.  Had to make adobe, ship a flint knife.  Great to know if you time travel to Bedrock.

“Anyways, let me check something real quick before I forget.”  He pulled out his phone and punched a couple keys.  Hot keys.  Mmm hmm…  “Hello?  Gary?  What are you ..?  What?”  He flushed a little, tried to speak again, then responded.  “No, I was just checking …  What?  Hello?”  He stared at his phone blankly.  “He hung up on me!”

There was a text.  Duncan snorted and put his phone away looking stubborn.  If he had been a cat his ears would have laid flat.  “It’s a conspiracy.  They are making me have fun.”  He shook his head and laughed.  “Okay … maybe it has been a little while.  I DO know how to have fun.  I think.  Any ideas?”