Just a little fishy...

Fish don’t like me. In turn I’ve grown to not like them much either. I’m not talking about the fish that you eat. I’m talking about the fish that you catch. Maybe it’s one in the same for some people, but for me they are too very different things. The fish you eat comes on a plate already cooked or in a frozen bag which contains long breaded fish rectangles, also called fish sticks. The other type of fish is the kind that you catch with a hook and a pole. This is the type of fish I have never been friends with. Ever since I was little I have been a bad fisherman. I remember getting a tool box and a fishing pole, my Grandpap helping me put the hook on the string. He explained everything so well, fishing seemed easy. At the house I lived at during these first years of being a fisherman had two small/medium sized ponds next to it. So, on summer days I would go out with my uncle, who is only 6 months my elder and more like a brother, and fish for the afternoon. When we fished it seemed that DJ, my uncle, would always catch bigger and better fish then me, and he did it more often. I tried getting better bait by finding worms and using them over the stale bread that we both usually used. It was useless though, I couldn’t catch the bigger fish if my life depended on it. I never got better at fishing either. When I was about 12 years old, maybe 13, my parents and I went on a vacation to Cook’s forest, in a river side cabin. The cabin was a hunters paradise and nothing less, giant moose head on the wall and everything. We spent seven days in the cabin, my parents mostly relaxed. I on the other hand decided that I was going to be a pro fisherman. I had hip waders and some fresh mill worms. I fished all seven days of that vacation, most days for more then four hours and one day for eight hours. In that week I caught zero fish. None, nip, nada. My mom later on told me that she felt sorry for me not catching any fish that week, but didn’t know what she could do. Since then I haven’t gone fishing once. It’s save to say that I have never been and will never be a good fisherman.