Mon Jul 06, 2009 4:49 am Reply with quote
My own fish story.
We lived on the river, so when I was pregnant with my first child, and I would wake up every morning around 4 am, I would take a bite to eat, take my fishing rod and some cheese and would go sit on the jetty. The fish and I had an understanding. They would nibble away at the cheese, untill the last little bit, then they would give up. One day, a very tiny fish had not payed attention and it got hooked. Three inches long it was, no more...... I cried, it must have cried. And that took care of the fun I had that morning.
Lucky for me, all the other fish did know the rules, and I was hooking the cheese and they were eating it happily ever after. But, I never forget that catch.... ever...