I am not much of a fisherman.  I know that a lot of people are hooked on fishing, but not me. I was once hooked on phonics, but I’ve completed a treatment program for it and I am all right now. 

I have found that there is a big difference between actually fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot. I don’t know the difference between crank bait and stinky bait—if there really are such things. It is fun fishing, but I really don’t want to catch any fish.  I just don’t like to eat fish that much.  No matter how it is prepared, it still tastes fishy to me.  I am not alone in feeling this way.  Once I was canoeing down the Root River with my wife.  I call it canoeing, she calls it being scared to death.   Anyway, we pulled the canoe up onto the bank of the river and prepared to enjoy the sandwiches we’d brought along.  My sandwich was a little soggy, if I remember correctly.  I should have put it into one of those sandwich bags like my wife did instead of just tossing it into the bottom of a leaky canoe.  Oh, well, live and learn.

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