I grew up near Buffalo Lake and a thin stretch of water called, appropriately, The Narrows. This was prime fishing territory and I caught my first fish there at the age of seven or eight. I had a homemade fishing pole and when I caught something, I had to run up the bank to drag my catch out of the water. Fortunately, the fish I caught were never this size. These are suckers and bottom feeders and not that good to eat, even our dog was unimpressed.
24" x 20"
acrylic/oil on canvas