Whenever some city dweller says they like to go fishing, I immediately think “He’s a right winger AND uses fishing as an excuse to cheat on his wife” - this seems to be the case often down here in Brazil
Oh, so you’re one of the GOOD ones who enjoy torturing and killing animals with your bare hands. I imagine that is a vanishingly small minority, eh??? EH???
I liked fishing as a child, but we only did it when we visited our Montanan relatives. I managed to catch a fish! Then squeal cause it was dead and gave it to our older second cousin twice removed.
Fishing got ruined for me when I was 4. We were fishing at Bullfrog Pond and they’d just stocked it with bluegills. We didn’t even have to bait our hooks, 15 seconds in the water and you’d have a bite. My dad was expecting to teach me some weird lesson about patience, but nature and the forestry department said Fuck That.
I don’t think where we went was stocked, but it sure was packed. The cousins knew where to go! I think our lesson was meant to be “this is where your food comes from, city slickers” and that failed too. I already knew the lesson! I just didn’t want to touch the dead fish or innards. Just eat em. I was a little girl, child me is forgiven for finding dead gut filled fish icky lmfao
Whenever some city dweller says they like to go fishing, I immediately think “He’s a right winger AND uses fishing as an excuse to cheat on his wife” - this seems to be the case often down here in Brazil
Oh, so you’re one of the GOOD ones who enjoy torturing and killing animals with your bare hands. I imagine that is a vanishingly small minority, eh??? EH???
Yeah, I prefer offloading my torturing and killing to third-parties. That way my hands stay nice and clean.
What the hell :-) this is seriously funny, thanks for sharing!
I liked fishing as a child, but we only did it when we visited our Montanan relatives. I managed to catch a fish! Then squeal cause it was dead and gave it to our older second cousin twice removed.
Fishing got ruined for me when I was 4. We were fishing at Bullfrog Pond and they’d just stocked it with bluegills. We didn’t even have to bait our hooks, 15 seconds in the water and you’d have a bite. My dad was expecting to teach me some weird lesson about patience, but nature and the forestry department said Fuck That.
I don’t think where we went was stocked, but it sure was packed. The cousins knew where to go! I think our lesson was meant to be “this is where your food comes from, city slickers” and that failed too. I already knew the lesson! I just didn’t want to touch the dead fish or innards. Just eat em. I was a little girl, child me is forgiven for finding dead gut filled fish icky lmfao