Alright. So yesterday I was out with my dad. Cruising around in his convertible. We got to a small town that was based around a river (and also apparently the failure to rob this town signaled the start of the downward spiral that ended the Jesse James gang.) We decided to get out to look for some ice cream, cause that was always vaguely our goal (after this story ends we end up settling for Gatorade and Pringles.) So we get out and take a walk along the river. Now this river is set into a... Canal? Maybe that is the right word? About 30 feet or so down, but still some guy is fishing. We walk up to this guy and ask if he got any fish, I dunno if his accent was super heavy or he does not speak English, but be basically gives a excited grunt and points us at a bucket that low and behold has two fish in it. So that settled we go down the river looking for ice cream. Find some pubs that we reject. Find a closed ice cream store. Decided to walk back to the car and start heading home. On our way back that guy from before runs down towards us holding a fishing net and wearing only his boxers being very excited. He jumps up onto the railing that separates the path from the 30ish foot drop into the river, gestures wildly back the way he came, then runs off. We look and it looks like he has some fish on his line (that is now being carried by his wife by the way) that he is unable to pull up. So he runs off down the river side and we walk up to his spot and my dad talks with his wife. I dunno what the fuck was going on, but apparently he wants to get into the river and net the fish or something fucking crazy. Now this river is very fast flowing. All the rain and shit we have had recently. Not to mention there is a little bit of a rapids. He is going to fucking die if he goes into the river. Not to mention he would need to go a long way just to find a way to get in without a 30ish foot drop. I have been scanning the local news online, and I have not noticed a story about some damn fool who killed himself in the river. I really hope he gave up and did not try.
Anyway. For the what the fuck moment. I looked into his bucket again and he had four fish. Holy shit this guy caught two fish in the very short time we were away. He is like some sorta fishing god.
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