The one and only time I’ve gone fishing was when I was a kid.
Imagine a stone pier covered with people sun bathing, with this skinny kid dangling a fishing line over the edge.
Imagine the consternation as the largest and ugliest cat fish you’ve ever seen landed in the middle of all those nearly naked sun bathers.
Imagine all the words that this skinny kid had never heard before.
Imagine a skinny kid fishing on a deserted stone pier…….
This pike is somewhat bigger than my catfish. Duane seems very happy.
Of all the times that I’ve seen people fishing, I have never, ever seen anyone catch anything since my ugly catfish.
No wonder Duane looks as pleased as punch.
He put the pike back.
Shame I gave up fishing in 1957.