Hardcore Fishing

I used to think my father was an avid fisherman. He goes out just about every weekend to wet a line and generally gets good results. About 3 weeks ago he called me up and asked me if I wanted to join a fishing club with him. How can I say no to my dad when it comes to anything fishing so we both went up that night and joined. We figured we could learn a couple of new spots to fish through the club since we both already were great anglers.

Boy were we ever wrong.

This past weekend my father and I participated in our first real fishing tournament. We showed up to the thing with our canoe only to be shocked to see what we were up against. Other competitors showed up in boats equipped with 3 motors and enough electronic equipment to run a small military operation. Hell if Nessy was in this lake she would be fucked and would have to get out of the water and walk to the next "Loch".

So we paddled the canoe past all these hardcore, "fishing fucking rocks" guys with their fancy boats and started fishing. Long story short by the end of the day we had 3 fish only one of which counted. I finished dead last, my dad just above me on account that he caught a bigger fish than me.

Maybe we're not hardcore enough yet. Maybe we need a bigger boat. Personally I could give 2 shits as I had a blast just hanging out with my pop on the lake for 7 hours and not catching a damn thing.

Thanks Pop.