"Samson!" I said, and noticed he was looking away from his indicator. "You had a take!"
"Oh man!" Samson moaned.
"The fish know, Samson... They know when you are not paying attention, so you always have to pay attention." I explained, and he went back to fishing.
The little white fish Luke caught would not stop flopping. I had my camera ready for a picture as Luke grabbed his fish and held it up. Just as I snapped a picture, Luke's fish flopped again, right out of his hand.
Luke quickly grabbed ahold of his fish for a better picture.
We all stood and watched as Brennan set his fish back into the water, and it slowly swam away. We walked back to join the rest of the class, and Brennan was reliving his suckerfish experience while the other students listened closely. I, along with the other volunteers, were laughing about the memories of the class: fish being caught, kids falling in the river, fish being flung in our faces. We laughed and said our goodbyes as the kids filed out and handed in their fly rods for the last time.