When I was fourteen or fifteen my father decided to become a fisherman. So like most over confident Arabs he set off knowing everything (sounds familiar) and bought a boat, a couple of rods, bait and dragged me with him to the open sea to bring back dinner.
We set off for approx an hour into the ocean and then dropped our rods into the sea. We waited, waited, and waited. We waited some more, and waited. Finally, my rod hooked something. We were both excited and pulled and pulled. It was a decent sized fish. Then we waited and waited and waited.
At the end of the day, we went home with ONE fish. My father had given instructions to my mom that we will be bringing dinner. However, we showed up with one fish :(. You can imagine the look on her face.
He was so disappointed, and switched from rods fishing to net fishing. In future expeditions, we would come back with hundreds of fish. That is another story :).
We set off for approx an hour into the ocean and then dropped our rods into the sea. We waited, waited, and waited. We waited some more, and waited. Finally, my rod hooked something. We were both excited and pulled and pulled. It was a decent sized fish. Then we waited and waited and waited.
At the end of the day, we went home with ONE fish. My father had given instructions to my mom that we will be bringing dinner. However, we showed up with one fish :(. You can imagine the look on her face.
He was so disappointed, and switched from rods fishing to net fishing. In future expeditions, we would come back with hundreds of fish. That is another story :).
I was always jealous of those fishing trips :) I always wanted to go lol
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