A long time ago, when my mother was in her teens, she was a rascal and always wanted to play with her brothers but they didn’t want her to because she was a girl.

One day,  she overheard them making plans to go fishing the next day, so she decided to follow them.  With buckets to put the fish in, her brothers started off very early in the morning.  My mother made sure that they didn’t see her following them, cause they would tell her to go straight home.  They hiked into the hills and when they were too far to send her home alone she joined up with them to their dismay.  Mountains on the left and right of them met into a valley where a small pond was just full of small Koi fish about 4 inches long.  So they spread their legs and began to catch the fish with their hands.  Then using their T- shirts, began scooping the fish into their buckets.  This was so much fun and they got so so dirty that in spite of all the buckets of fish they caught, their mom was so mad because they were so muddy and filthy from this expedition.

The next time they went back to look for the pond, They found out that it was actually a  reservoir that had dried up to a pond because of a drought.  And after a big rain  it tuned back into a  lake.  Evidently the bigger fish were smart enough to swim downstream but the littles ones stayed until it was too late for them to get away and they were trapped in the little pond.

This story was told over and over again in the village in Maui, how lucky The Goto kids were to have caught so much fish and how they gave it away to their friends to have, and how much fun it was to have caught so much fish but never to happen again.