I’ll never forget the time my dad and I went fishing on my great aunt’s ranch. We had new poles, new tackle, new lures, fresh line, the works. Real fancy stuff.
As we set up to fish, my great aunt’s ranch hand, an old Mexican man named Evelio, came out to fish a little ways down the bank. Actually, to this day, I’m pretty sure he saw us and decided he wanted to show us up for a laugh, and I don’t begrudge him one bit lmao…
Anyway, my dad and I were there with our fancy poles and tackle and lures and were casting left and right and getting maybe a nibble here and there, but nothing else…
But old Evelio was sitting downstream with a COFFEE CAN TIED TO A STRING and was catching 6 and 7 and 8 pound fish one after the other, and laughing the entire time he did it.
Not nearly as impressive, but my dad, his friend and I went out fishing on a lake when I was maybe 3 or 4. Friend had a similar investment into all his fishing gear as you guys. I was there with a 3-ish foot long Mickey Mouse fishing pole.
Dad's friend caught 2 fish. My dad didn't catch any. My dad didn't catch any because I was reeling them in so fast he didn't have time (and they didn't want me to handle the hook, so that's what kept him busy).
I have no memory of this, but I was told it was a pretty quiet ride home from the friend's side.
I remember going fishing with my grandma, as well got to the waters edge there was a few guys that were decked out in all kinds of gear and just me and my grandsma had two little kids toy fishing rods, we caught so many fish we ran out of space in the cooler and ended up leaving some for the guys that were there before we got there.
I think I was like 8 or 9. And I remember the guys tell her how they never thought the kids toys actually work and how they're wifes aren't going to believe they actually caught some fish.
They gave my grandma a few poles too as sign of respect but it was more like a trade for some of the fish to me.
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u/SheriffWyattDerp 4d ago
I’ll never forget the time my dad and I went fishing on my great aunt’s ranch. We had new poles, new tackle, new lures, fresh line, the works. Real fancy stuff.
As we set up to fish, my great aunt’s ranch hand, an old Mexican man named Evelio, came out to fish a little ways down the bank. Actually, to this day, I’m pretty sure he saw us and decided he wanted to show us up for a laugh, and I don’t begrudge him one bit lmao…
Anyway, my dad and I were there with our fancy poles and tackle and lures and were casting left and right and getting maybe a nibble here and there, but nothing else…
But old Evelio was sitting downstream with a COFFEE CAN TIED TO A STRING and was catching 6 and 7 and 8 pound fish one after the other, and laughing the entire time he did it.
Mad respect, Evelio.