If you’ve ever gone fishing before, you know it can be a pain in the ass, and a lot of the time you go home empty handed. It’s the nature of the game, the challenge of the hunt. Depending on whether or not you’re a lure fan, or a live bait fan can change the type of pursuit as well. You have some fisherman that simply cast and cast with their lures hoping that the shiny spinner will be enough to hook a fish, and if not, cast and cast again. Then there are the live bait types. These fisherman fundamentally believe that substance and nutrition will claim a fish worthy of the wait.
No matter what type of fisherman you are, the hook and pull technique seems to be the preferred method once a nibble is detected. You feel it in your rod as a subtle little bouncing motion, you wonder if you hit seaweed or if it’s truly a fish, and you pull back hard hoping your hook was enough and hoping your not about to reel in something other than a large mouth bass (hey, everyone likes blowjobs, right?). As your line starts running out in the opposite direction you know the fish has been hooked and it’s time to reel them in. If you reel too fast you’ll snap your line and the fish will go on about it’s merry way. If you reel in too slow, you and the fish will get bored and tired. You also hope that it wasn’t just recently caught by another fisherman. After all, you came for excitement and curiosity, not tired and worn out. If you and the fish so happen to give the right amount, and take the right amount, you will find the fish slowly coming closer and closer to your boat.
You finally get your first good look. As luck would have it, it’s not the large mouth, but it is an absolutely beautiful and rare fighting fish. You realize that it’s too wonderful to eat quite yet, and too beautiful let go. You take it home, do as it requested and put it in a bowl to be marveled at while maintaining a safe distance from other fish. You know that if you were to introduce the fish to another fish, nature would intervene and a fight would be had. As the years pass you long to see your beautiful fish interact, you wish it was a little less bite, and a little more practical, as for someday you want to swallow it and make it part of you. You decide to return your fighting fish to the sea, knowing that while it was an almost perfect pairing, these are neither of your natural habitats. You want more interaction and your fish cannot help but fight with anything in it’s path. It’s the fight and beauty that held your interest for so long, but practicality and long term needs set in and you hadn’t been fishing in ages.
You finally release your fish into the vast body of water it came from while you stay and sit in peace on the still morning water. As you sit and ponder life, you think about taking up fishing once again. You wonder if you should start using lures this time, or if you should try a different approach. Almost immediately the calmness of the water is disrupted by a beautiful small mouth bass jumping out of water and glistening in the sunrise. You think to yourself, if live bait has gotten me this far, how much further can it get me? You row your boat in the direction of the bass, remove your trusty rod, find a new worm, and cast into the morning sunrise… Afterall, maybe not everyone likes blowjobs.
