Who needs school when you can go fishing? Certainly not Howard "Porky" Cutter!
Many times while attending grade school in Florida, I was required to stand in the corner (who knows why), and since I seemed to disrupt the class while standing in the corner, I was required to stand behind the piano - near the window. Back in those days with no air conditioning, the windows had no screens and were left open. Needless to say, I became bored and would crawl out the window. I would go by my Aunt Alice Bell's home (near my fishing hole) and ask her to holler at me when it was time for school to be out so I could crawl back in the school window and then go home. As my aunt didn't want to loose my trust, I thought she was going along with my system. But she had told my folks what I was doing (not fair). This worked for a time until one day my dad drove by the school and saw me climbing out the school window. He did not do anything at the time. Later that day, he picked me up at school and the first words from his mouth were, "Catch any fish?" I knew then that the cat was out of the bag. That was the end of my school time fishing trips.