Re: One for Darwin
My Uncle Jack used to love taking me fishing, cause I would tell him about stuff that I had read about fishing techniques and the like by reading dads assorted fishing magazines (I was one of those kids that read early, and remembered everything I read)<br /><br />But I was also a smart azz, and Uncle Jack liked to trip me up now and then<br /><br />Rod bent over double, I thought I was stuck on the bottom ... then the bottom started heading for England. after a lengthy battle, I brought in THE UGLIEST fish I had ever seen ... a huge oyster cracker, and Uncle Jacks eyes lit up, Oh MY GOD, you caught an OYSTER CRACKER, its HUGE!!!<br /><br />Oooh!!! is it good to eat???<br /><br />No no, you cant eat these, they are too rare ... wow, I cant believe you caught one<br /><br />He whacked its head a few times on the side of the boat and threw it far away from the boat.<br /><br />Doesnt that hurt it? give it a concussion or something?<br /><br />no no, you have to do that, the gills are right behind the head, its like CPR for a fish<br /><br />oh ... ok!<br /><br />Later that day, at Smitties, the local bayside bar/ restaurant, some old salt asked me how I did fishing<br /><br />in my boastful six year old voice, I loudly proclaimed, I did GREAT, I caught a HUGE OYSTER CRACKER<br /><br />Whole dammned bar started laughing AT me, not with me, and my ex favorite Uncle Jack couldnt look at me, he was laughing so hard<br /><br />I learned suspicion that day, lol, I never trusted him again!<br /><br />
