Back when Mom was alive, she asked for a pond in the hollow where the old chicken house was. Pop got a dozer to come in, and scrape out a goodly sized pond, 1/3-1/2 acre, when it filled. He then went up to our neighbor, who he had bought the land from, years before, and they went to the old run-off pond in his hollow. Over the years it has pretty much filled in. It was there for the cows to get a drink if I forgot to water them. Pop produced a seine net from somewhere and proceeded to catch a bunch of minnows. Mighty small fish, I thought. He took and dumped them in the pond. The pond finally filled about 2 years later, and he decided to go fishing. Us kids were all surprised at the size of the Sun Perch he pulled out of the pond. We had perch on a regular basis. I really enjoyed them. Mom was a great cook. One day my brother reeled in a small-mouthed bass, about 8" long. We were amazed. Even pop was surprised. Don't know where that came from, nor do I know if there were any more. We fished the pond regularly. Any perch we pulled out of the pond that were too small for the pan became 'cat fish'. We had happy and well fed barn cats. Mom died about 6 years later, and when pop remarried, his new wife refused to live in 'her' house, so he sold the place. Too bad. I do so like perch.