A Fishing Story

I have been going fishing with my uncle the last week or so. I’m not an avid fisherman but I do enjoy it from time to time. I usually just fish for the bluegill or crappie or sunfish; the occassional confused bass that happens to take it.

I am not sure if fishing etiquite has changed or not but from what I remember of fishing in my youth it sure has. Today there were three boys fishing at the lake down the shore. They had huge lures; one most likely for muskie which there was no way in hell they were going to catch from where they were fishing. So they keep throwing the lures in and shit, slowly inching closer and closer to us. Now where we are fishing is in no way a secluded area. There are miles of open shoreline on this lake, with the only off limit spots where there are homes. We were probably somewhere in the middle of about a 2 or 3 mile stretch of open area; myself, my uncle and these three boys. Nonetheless they keep getting closer and closer. Soon they are roughly four feet from us, throwing their lines in amongst ours. We were using worms and bobbers and were catching some pan fish. Then one of them goes in between my uncle and me and starts casting. In between us, which we were only about five feet apart. Now since we are catching fish and this kid between us isn’t, he suddenly wants to use our worms. He keeps asking if he could use a worm. Finally my uncle told him no and he went away.

What the hell is the deal with that anyway? When I used to fish all the time I had respect for other people. These kids were not 5 year olds, they were at least 13. I never would have done that as a kid. Let me repeat that… I would HAVE NEVER done that as a kid; nor as an adult either. Kids seem to piss me off more and more lately. They are just lucky one of them fuckers didn’t end up going for an impromtu swim.