
01/30/13, 05:16 AM
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Ned Kelly's Trainer
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Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: Queensland
Posts: 665
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Fishing. FISHING. I used lures. I used corn. I used bread. I used yabbies. I used steak. I used worms. I used crab. I went fishing 4 days a week for six weeks straight, four different dams. At one, I stood in the shimmering scales of fish caught earlier in the day. I NEVER CAUGHT A FISH. Two years eventually passed of, every few weeks or so, thinking I could catch a fish. No. You know what I cannot do? Catch a fish. Not with worms. Not in the ocean. Not in rivers, nor creeks. NO, Sam I Am, I had no fish on ham! Hundred dollars in licences [see why I stopped paying them?], two hundred in various fish-based meals, countless dollars in petrol, snacks, lures, lines, rods...
Then one day about two weeks ago I am fishing in a desolate spot on the edge of a grassy hill on a beautiful Australian river that I noticed had some Hare Krishnas had set trap in down further. I figured, this has to be the spot. And lo and behold, after years of incredible determination [some call it stupidity], I finally caught a fish. I CAUGHT A FISH. .....a cat fish. By the fin. With an empty hook.
Anyway, I think Nimrod is onto something.
Thank you and Goodnight.
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