Today we went fishing with Nana, PopPop and Uncle A. I can’t remember the last time I went fishing but I figured PopPop and Uncle A would handle the worms so off we went. Each kid caught a fish and they were riding high on their success. Hunka Chunk may have gotten a little too cocky…
PopPop felt a tug on his line so he let the little Hunk reel it in. The fishing pole was twice his size but he didn’t let it slow him down. He’s reeling his little heart away and the bobber is getting closer and closer. At this point the fishing pole is straight up in the air and Hunk is reeling as fast as it little arms can go. Before he even realizes it, the fish pops out of the water. But, with the momentum it had picked up, smacks right into Hunk’s buddha belly.
You would have thought that a Great White shark attacked him by the way he screeched. He throws the pole down and runs like his life depends on it. The pole lands half in the water and the poor little fish is just flopping on the shore.
Hunk is still running in circles saying the fish bit him, Nana and I are laughing our butts off, Boo is throwing rocks in the lake and Uncle A is just trying to get some serious fishing done (poor guy had no idea my crew would scare every fish away in a mile radius). Luckily PopPop had the sense to grab the pole and picked up the fish with it.
Hunk’s attacker? A ginormous, vicious, deadly, terrifying, ferocious, 4-inch fish. Thank God he has amazing survival instincts.
