I went fishing once.
The whole process took about four days: two days to talk about it, another day to prepare for it, and one more day for the.fishing itself.
It took a long time. . . the fishing part.
Mr Roy invited me fishing. He had one eye. The other one was shot out by his cousin with a shot gun while doing some kind of hunting.
I remember him telling me about his wife and his kids. As if we had entered a Twilight Zone, where for a couple of hours, anything is ok to talk about.. . And then never get mentioned again.
Do you fish?
What does it do for you?
Any fishing memories?