Last week I decided I wanted to try my hand at fishing again. I used to go with my grandfather when I was little. When the fish we caught were smaller than the worms we used as bait. I did my research and found a lake near by that isn’t considered Urban (I already believe that every body of water has at least one dead body in it and I don’t need to reinforce this idea.) and even figured out how to get a license.
Sunday morning comes and on my way I go. After a stop at Hellmart for my license and some bait I’m off! I decided that I would use good old fashioned worms since they seemed to do the trick twenty years ago. Nightcrawlers to be exact. Do I know why these are different from plain old worms? No. Do I care? Not really.
Did I catch anything? Yes! Was it fish? NO! I managed to feed any fish that came near my pole (laugh, it’s funny in all kinds of ways). But I did have a good time and I plan to make this a regular practice. I also picked out some nice new camping spots while I was there. So I’m looking forward to that.