“Do you think it hurts them?” F. asks.
I’ve just hooked a minnow on his line. Not as much as being eaten by a catfish, I think.
“I don’t think they love it,” I concede.
“Then I think we should let the rest go,” he says. He considers the Chinese takeout box of live bait for a moment. “After we name them.”
“If you want to we can do that,” I say.
F. kneels beside the lake’s edge and tips the box and its contents into the water.