How many times do I have to say it? This is all about fishing withOUT catching. Case in point: I put it all on the line, imparting to my buddy Fred here nearly every ounce of knowledge I have gained through endless trials and tribulations about how to
- not find any fish, even when everyone around you is hauling ‘em in hand over fist
- lose every fish you hook if you’re unfortunate enough to hook one
- catch fish that are microscopic and therefore too embarrassingly small to mention in public
- lose lots of expensive stuff fishing
- break an ankle on the slippery rocks in the pitch dark
- fall in the water and get swept away helplessly, which is darn exciting, by the way
As a last resort, you can lose your fish out the back of the truck on the ride home.
I guess Fred can’t help himself. He has succumbed to the siren song, left the fold, gone over to the dark side. It goes to show you, you gotta be one tough dude to resist all this fishing stuff and be as bad as the Skunkmeister.
Hey, Fred, got any of that fish left over?
