Why, don’t like the fishies nibbling at your toes? I mean, the kind that don’t have teeth as big as steak knives. đ Down here in Alabama, the saying goes that if there’s a body of water big enough to hold a fish, you can bet your ass there’s an alligator in there, too. They’re everywhere.
Most of our swimming holes here are also fishing lakes and if you tried to swim, the little baby fish were always nibbling at you.
It was annoying.
:D
My late uncle had a camp on the Cacapon River (it was pronounced ‘Capon’) that he inherited from my grandfather, and a dock with a 16’ speed boat across the road. My cousin and I would go fishing there on weekends when he’d invite us to come down, and the bluegill fishing was like, well, shooting fish in a barrel. We’d sit on the dock and let the fish nibble our toes. Once we’d fill our bucket, we’d take it across the road and dump them into the well in the front yard, then head back to the dock. My aunt would fry up a big ol’ mess of fish for dinner. A shame he sold it; he got tired of having to dry out and remodel the downstairs every two or three years when the river flooded. He eventually sold his boat, too, and I wanted dibs on that.