Next to being the world’s worst golfer, I’m the world’s worst fisherman.
No patience. That’s why they call it “fishing” and not “catching”. They just visit my bait. Never caught a damned fish in my life with a pole and hook.
Now, give me an M-80, tape and a rock, and I’ll throw it lit into a lake, and dozens will float-up. All I need’s a net. Now that’s fishing!
(No, not that idiot’s grenade by the boat vid clip... I ain’t that dumb.)
OK, I gotta share this story of my dad.......he and I go fishing (or used to) as our chance to be together and “tell lies”....we are in the boat for bout an hour it seems......I cross my legs........bout another hour (it seems) goes by......I uncross my legs.....dad looks me dead in the eye and says.......”you here to fish, or dance?”