i used to take my son fishing.
i had the whole
thing
going on,
a tackle box,
a knife,
rods and reels,
sinkers and bobbers,
hooks
and lines.
blood worms in a box.
for hours
i'd stand at the shoreline
and cast
out over and over again,
until a big fat
catfish or carp, or God forbid
an eel
would take a bite.
and then it hit me.
i don't like fishing.
i don't like cutting up worms
or taking
the hook out of
frenetic fish's mouth.
my shoes would be soggy,
i'd be sunburned and
hungry.
i felt bad for the fish too,
so easily
tricked into biting down
on what they
thought was fish food.
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