It doesn’t seem as if you can lump all the fishermen I’ve met at sunrise or sunset photo shoots into any sort of category. Except they all seem to be friendly. Take this morning’s sunrise encounter at Hammond’s Creek Bridge. I was taking pictures, as usual, when he greeted me as he pulled up on a bicycle and marched over and introduced himself. Keith maybe? He says he always comes there for sunrise and sunsets but I don’t think I have seen him before. And I asked him about One-Foot Fred but he wasn’t aware of him at all. I didn’t see old Fred, just saying. Anyhow, he asked where I was from, I said MA, and he got excited and said he was from W. Springfield. So I added that I was from Brockton and he immediately got to talking about Rocky Marciano, and how his mother thinks that Tom Brady is the greatest baseball player ever (that’s what he said that she said). Then it was on to Carl Yastrzemski, and John Havlicek. The good old days. Right about then he pulled a Budweiser out of his pocket and cracked it open, and settled in to watch the sunrise. You can’t make this stuff up.