This past weekend I realized how stubborn I really am. I went fishing with my family at 12-ish that afternoon. We were at a lake and didn't have any nibbles, so after about 2 and 1/2 hours, we decided to go to another near by. At this lake I had nibbles left and right from crafty fish.
I decided that I needed to change my bait, so I tried chicken liver to entice the catfish. I had more nibbles and some even took my bait. Normally I would catch one by the 3rd hour, but not this time with these particularly crafty fish.
Stubbornly I coaxed someone to get nightcrawlers because I didn't want to leave my post. I never liked worms because they creep me out, but this time was different, I HAD to catch one fish. The crafty lot stole my nightcrawlers and corn off my 2 hooks. I immediately re-baited and continued. In the process I pulled 3 crayfish to shore. I held the 3rd hostage so his friends would see I mean business.
About 3 more hours later I looked around and saw my family dozing off. One person had the gall to say, "Can we go home now?" I snapped, "NO! Not until I catch one!" I began to get super frustrated.....after the 7th hour I looked around and saw sunburnt faces with tired eyes. What the heck? Really? Does my selfishness have no end?
I decided enough was enough. I let my friend Craig the crayfish go and said, "Let's go. I don't think I'm going to catch anything today." I heard someone say, "Are you sure?" I nodded solemnly and packed up (8 hours later) as it began to thunder in the distance.
As I'm sitting here typing, I have bright red lobster arms. Water hurts and lotion makes it feel better. Serves me right!
Fish 15: Dawn 0
I decided that I needed to change my bait, so I tried chicken liver to entice the catfish. I had more nibbles and some even took my bait. Normally I would catch one by the 3rd hour, but not this time with these particularly crafty fish.
Stubbornly I coaxed someone to get nightcrawlers because I didn't want to leave my post. I never liked worms because they creep me out, but this time was different, I HAD to catch one fish. The crafty lot stole my nightcrawlers and corn off my 2 hooks. I immediately re-baited and continued. In the process I pulled 3 crayfish to shore. I held the 3rd hostage so his friends would see I mean business.
About 3 more hours later I looked around and saw my family dozing off. One person had the gall to say, "Can we go home now?" I snapped, "NO! Not until I catch one!" I began to get super frustrated.....after the 7th hour I looked around and saw sunburnt faces with tired eyes. What the heck? Really? Does my selfishness have no end?
I decided enough was enough. I let my friend Craig the crayfish go and said, "Let's go. I don't think I'm going to catch anything today." I heard someone say, "Are you sure?" I nodded solemnly and packed up (8 hours later) as it began to thunder in the distance.
As I'm sitting here typing, I have bright red lobster arms. Water hurts and lotion makes it feel better. Serves me right!
Fish 15: Dawn 0
