Kenny's attire was quite plain as he sat on a rock at the water's edge, knees bent left arm resting on his left knee holding a beer, the other hand holding his stick fishing line. He didn't feel the need to buy a normal fishing pole so he fashioned one from fishing line, a stick, and bobber with a hook. At Kenny's side was a bucket full of fish, only five or six, which was good catching at the moment, tonight he could dine under the stars... Maybe he could invite someone to eat with him tonight. Though for now he was content with eatting on his own as a small fire blazed not too far from him.
His bobber floated effortlessly in the water, as he sighed contently, he laid back unbending his knees, pole between his legs resting on a Y shaped stick in case something bit.
Kenny put his arms behind his head and sighed, "What a day..."