Ever had one of those weeks where come the end you’re thinking of giving the boss an ultimatum so that you never have to deal with that kind of ultra physical confrontational situation? Then on the way home you think to yourself “Hey! I know what would be great right now. Fishing!”
Yeah, that’s right. You get to thinking that after that kind of totally crapful week a nice old fishing trip somewhere nice, quiet and peaceful will do your mind wonders.
Of course you haven’t been fishing in a while and you have no idea where your gear is but no worries you can pick up some cheap but just as effective gear at your local department store and then you’re all set. Right?
Except that it’s not as easy to catch bait in a bait trap as you remember it being and instead of there being ample supply of yabbies there’s nothing but guppies out there that get ripped right off your line the moment you cast into the plentiful water weeds.
So I guess the lesson here is that no matter how prepared you think you are just dig up some bloody earthworms from your garden and have some bait that will last long enough to catch something.
Then go somewhere well away from anything so that some picknickers don’t ruin the peaceful contemplation that you were actually trying to catch some of. (and remember to set the alarm =P )
Nuff said.











