I have no idea who this boy is, or what his story is; it was just a watercolor practice.
But there is a story behind it!
When I was nine I went fishing with my siblings and my Dad.
It was my first time, so I eagerly cast my line from where I stood on the shore of the richly stocked lake, into some reeds where a few frogs were sitting.
I felt a snag and pulled up, eagerly expected the pretty, glimmering rainbow trout…
And I pulled up a big ugly crawdad
Thus ended my career as a professional fisher.
- Love, Sammy Odette