Fishing on the night

Night of a summer hot day.

There is a chair matched a table in front of a house.
A man sat down on a chair.

I thought whether he drank beer.
However, there was not the drink on the table.

There is a small river the house sandwiches one way.
Two fishing rods were leaned against a fence of the wire netting along the river.

The man is the environment fishing in his house.
Would he choose the house for the purpose of it?

I am not too interested in fishing.
Still I thought that he looked happy.

I hate flying insects.
I hate more flying bats.
Surely he will not mind it.