I am a fisherman. Like my father, and his father before him, I come every day to these waters to cast my line. I’m not sure why we do it — we don’t eat fish, and we never seem to catch anything. I think it’s just to give us an excuse to get out of the house.
There’s something you don’t see every day, Sharon H.
The land down under is a very strange place.
I expect those down under would say the same of the land up above. 😉
I think he thinks it’s a tree…
Yes definitely – he thinks it’s a branch.
We should change “fisherman” to the more politically correct “fisherbear”.
I want to see what would happen if he gets a fish on the line 😉