Crazy Fishing At Many Fish  I'm going fishing with my buddy Matt Yams at Many Fish Lake. It is night or very early morning, and is dark. I call him, and he asks me about the battery. I have forgotten to charge it, and quickly put the battery charger on it for a bit. My friend's mother, Sharon Kasper, whose name is pronounced "Shorn", calls for me. My mom gives me the message that she wants me to pick up her son Jerry and his friend in Beetville tonight. They are in Beetville without a ride home. I don't call Sharon back. I don't want to pick them up: I'm busy going fishing. My mom says I should call her, so I go and pick up the phone. There is no dial tone. I say hello. It is Jerry's father Myron. I say to him that I just picked up the phone and even without a dial tone he was there! I feel guilty, but I tell him that I'm going fishing at Many Fish and I can't pick up Jerry tonight. I tell him where the lake is. He wanted to go out with his wife and needed someone to pick up Jerry. We get dressed for the cold. My brother Wally, and sister Ramona are going too. I wear a red ski mask with the face cut out and a blue scarf. We leave.  We are out at the lake. My classmate Diane has a reel with no rod. She is marking out an area by casting. Seeing the weed line, I tell her to just cast it out a little bit. She does, and reels it in. She gets a hit when the lure, which is a blue/gray/silver rattlin' fat rap, is almost in to shore. That was a test cast for her. She is holding the line in her hand, on a spool of fishing line. We are on the water. I take of my glove-mittens and throw them to a third girl who is in the water. I grab the rod, which is in the water. I tell her to let out a lot of line, because I know the fish will break the line coming from the spool since there is no flexibility. I connect the line with all its slack to the rod, which doesn't have a reel. I get washed in towards shore as I start to wind the line around the spool of thread. I feel the weeds on my body, but I am clothed, so it's not as aversive a feeling. A big wave comes and washes over me. I am washed up, now on the shore. I follow the fishing line. The fish is on the end of it: a nice-sized northern pike. It is still hooked. I cheer! Matt and another person are there. Matt takes the fish and lets it go at the shoreline. I am happy. It is dark. I remember I forgot to pick up Matt. Wally or Matt lends me a quarter and I go to Sandwhich Heaven to call Matt. Matt's brother Jasper answers the phone. He tells me Matt knows I forgot, and he wanted a confirmation call. He had driven out to the lake and will hope to meet us by the shore. I go back to the lake. Matt is swimming in the water with a man named Bobby whom I know through a friend from Brimson, and his friends. I'm in a large, nice boat with an inboard motor. Matt is driving the boat. We bump into some boats that are docked. There is a party-like atmosphere. I am on an object that may be a jet ski, in the water. I bounce on this object, going down to the bottom of the water, to a cement pool-like bottom. Then I shoot up out of the water 10 or 12 feet into the air. Once I squish my classmate Kyle Mendelson between the object and the cement floor. I squish his head. My cousins Bertha Strange, Archie Weber, and Ramona had their faces photographed in one of those circus items where the bodies are painted on a board and the heads are cut out. There is a photograph of me looking like a goofball and making my funny noises. There is a photograph of my friend Niles Zelling. My classmate Sarah Pauly is singing Karoke. I walk on the floor of the lake/pool with my eyes open. I poke Kyle in the shoulder. He is scared of me because I hurt him earlier. I push off the bottom and get to the surface for air. I am standing on a platform above the water. I decide to take paleontology for a grade rather than Pass/Fail. My classmate Shawn or Ryan Bay is on a similar platform, and decides to take a class Pass/Fail. I slide down a pole. I am going down a lattice-like ladder. The water looks like a lake in some respects.