golden beetle
Active member
Fishing for me is like the movie “A Dog’s Journey.”
At the end, it’s gonna get heavy. The dog dies a slow agonizing death.
The same goes for the old angler. Yesterday I drove up to the Neversink. Along the way, I pissed in a cup at least 3 times, because I’ve got low T and an enlarged prostate. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat due to my hemorrhoids. By the time I had parked and made it down into the gorge, it was nap time.
Truth is, I only made a few casts in between naps, and was woken up by some women in bikinis (true story) and their dogs.
I caught no fish, but their west highland terrier managed to greet my dog, issue a few growls, and established his dominance by urinating on my fishing vest.
The days where I was known to all on the water, man and beast alike, are over. Now, like the rest of you, I get passed on by the ladies in bikinis, and their dogs piss on my gear.
So is there any significance to my story?
Sure...
Enjoy your time on the water.
At the end, it’s gonna get heavy. The dog dies a slow agonizing death.
The same goes for the old angler. Yesterday I drove up to the Neversink. Along the way, I pissed in a cup at least 3 times, because I’ve got low T and an enlarged prostate. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat due to my hemorrhoids. By the time I had parked and made it down into the gorge, it was nap time.
Truth is, I only made a few casts in between naps, and was woken up by some women in bikinis (true story) and their dogs.
I caught no fish, but their west highland terrier managed to greet my dog, issue a few growls, and established his dominance by urinating on my fishing vest.
The days where I was known to all on the water, man and beast alike, are over. Now, like the rest of you, I get passed on by the ladies in bikinis, and their dogs piss on my gear.
So is there any significance to my story?
Sure...
Enjoy your time on the water.
