Where Are You Going And What Will You Catch?

Sunday morning I stopped at the Fairmount store for gas and road food. There were two small trucks pulling two small boats there, fishermen on the same sort of shopping errand. I asked one of them, "Where are you going and what will you catch?" "King salmon, out of Port Angeles," he said.

...and I thought about Eugene Field all the rest of the day. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?"/ The old moon asked the three/ "We have come to fish for the herring fish/ That live in this Beautiful Sea;/ Nets of silver and gold have we!"