Dude, pick up a hobby. For real. 

#banthekkk

Drunkalo said
Dude, pick up a hobby. For real. 

#banthekkk  

Seriously though, just ignore him. Don't reply, don't humor him, don't argue with him. He is clearly either a shit troll or a massive retard. Neither of those things need anyone's attention.

Never got into fishing but we used to go with my grandpa when we were kids. It's very urban here so we would have to go far out to the boonies and I hated it.

For a summer as a teen we visited family in New Mexico who lived on a lake and we would catch our dinner often. That was more fun. 

What are you boys paying for a license? Ours is $19, pole limit is 2. In PA being a non resident it comes up to something like $76 with the Erie stamp and trout stamp. Yup have to pay extra for catching trout and fishing in lake erie. 

Yesterday we got to the lake with less than ideal conditions. But the story starts before all that when we get to her dads house. Turns out grandpa didnt want to go cause he said he had the poops. My thought was less shit to worry about. Then they ask dads cousin if he wanted to go, he said yeah and started on his way over. Before he got there we got a visit from another cousin, the neighbor, and another neighbor. I thought we were never going to leave. Finally the car is packed, everyone leaves, and were on the way to the bait shop. Now the bait shop guy is dads buddy. Their both diehard fish heads and their both always right. Or their both right and just cant find the right way to explain it so the other will realize and it just leads to round and round conversations. Another half hour there and were on the road again. Next stop, restrooms! First stop had no public restrooms but we got sodas and back in the car. Cant go wrong with peeing at McDonalds, they always have restrooms. Next stop we need licenses and weighted bobbers. An hour and a half late and we finally see water, and wind. Which brings choppy waters. Well we dont actually see the wind but hang with me. We get poles out of the car, chairs, tackle, dad. And the wind is coming in pretty strong from the front right of us. Casting was at max 15-20 feet, then reel in 3 mins later cause your bobber was in front of the guy beside you, and cast again. Mandy googled the weather and it was said wind was 13mph but was supposed to slow down so we toughed it out a little. Im 5'4 and weigh 118 lbs, i was almost sliding across the concrete. (Exagerated of course) Well go with less than ideal fishing conditions. 

First fish on after about 2 hours of fighting the wind, and it feels beefy. Not a monster but it felt good to have that pull backwards while reeling. You fishermen know that feeling. I fight for a little and pull in a 3-4lb catfish.

Not a good angle cause you cant see the belly, but she was a chubby fish.

The wind slowed down a little, her brother and his family showed up, and 2 hours later the second fish was caught. It was her dads pole, he set the hook and let mandys neice reel it in. She fought for a min, finally got it on shore, and BOOM, it was smaller than mine. But only by a little. Fuck Yeah! Im down for kicking the ass of a 58 yr old man and a 9 yr old little girl while fishing. 2-3 hours later and it was time for another McDonalds run, this time for hot coffee. Sun set, wind slowed, but that briskness of night started setting in. It got chilly. While we were gone dad caught a small white bass and threw it back. Then as we were packing up the car to leave he caught a small crappie. For those of you that dont fish its pronounced "croppie", not the same "crappie" as a bowel movement. Then he caught another crappie. It was then time to dig around for a tape measure. Who has a handy tape measure? Do we know where one is? "I got one!" Rule is no less than 9 inches. This crappie ended up being 11 inches so we win. Finally all in the car we head home and crash hard. Like really hard. I started early and fell slightly comatose on the car ride home.