Every summer my dad would take the family to Chataqua, New York. In the Walt hours of the morning my dad and I would go fishing. One morning he told my mom we would be home with fresh fish for dinner. After a few hours of fishing, my dad said lets go back to the cottage. We go dock the boat, my dad asks for the bucket of fish, I handed him a EMPTY bucket. Where are all the fish he asked me, my response "I didn't want  you to kill them so I threw them back in the water.