Along the Fox River today we found a man wrestling with a fishing pole for at least 30 minutes. I was candidly trying to take pictures, I think his Mom may have seen me.
This guy was trying to get this fish in for so long he had to sit a few times. His hands were getting worn out...
He was in the water...
he was out...
then finally he caught his fish!
It was a really big fish! It gave him quite a fight. We were watching him catch this fish this whole time, a bit anxious to see who was giving this guy a run. Then when he finally got him I felt sad not excited for him. I felt really bad for the fish, he gave up such a fight! I fantasized about cutting the fish loose. the worst was, he then strung it on a line like a leash and put him back in the water. I just kept wondering was the fish scared. Where was he going? What torture that he was unable to swim free, where were his friends and family?
This guy was trying to get this fish in for so long he had to sit a few times. His hands were getting worn out...
He was in the water...
he was out...
then finally he caught his fish!
It was a really big fish! It gave him quite a fight. We were watching him catch this fish this whole time, a bit anxious to see who was giving this guy a run. Then when he finally got him I felt sad not excited for him. I felt really bad for the fish, he gave up such a fight! I fantasized about cutting the fish loose. the worst was, he then strung it on a line like a leash and put him back in the water. I just kept wondering was the fish scared. Where was he going? What torture that he was unable to swim free, where were his friends and family?
I must have had such a look on my face, cuz my ever sweet husband says
"Jules, wanna go now?".
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