When my daughters were young they begged to go fishing after they saw their cousins doing it one year at a mountain lake where we had a family reunion. Being the good dad, I later took them to a fish hatchery where they could experience some fishing and be sure to actually catch something. Well, to make a long story short, they all caught fish and thought that was okay. But not one would help clean them and not one of them would eat any either. That was the end of my fishing days as a father. No cleaning, no eating, together with my lack of passion for the activity, no more fishing...
Ode to the fisherman |
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