I don't like fishing because I don't understand it. I heard a lot of stories about fishing. All of them describe fishing like great pleasure. Some people say that they like it because you can feel nature closer and other people say that it's great opportunity to spend time with friends.
I fished several times. First time was when I was very young boy. It was on the south. We woke up very-very early. It was about 5 or 6 a.m. and it was horrible for me. After a short way we reached small lake and began fishing. Yeah, it was very calm morning: surface of water was flat without any waves, wind slept and branches of willows just trailed to the water. Even ducks slept in the waterside grass. We were sitting, watching to the water and waiting fish... Of course everybody was silent because nobody wanted to miss a fish. Two or three hours passed and fishing was completed. We fished several fishes and everybody were happy except me.
Recently my colleague came back from fishing and he was astonished by fishing. He was very happy. But he looked like... hmm, he looked very bad: his eyes were red, he was dirty, his hair stood on end. I examined him from top to toe and I realized who was he! He was prehistoric man! I asked him about his happiness but he didn't answer something distinct. But it didn't matter because I understood cause of happiness.
Many thousands years ago a real man caught a mammoth and brought them to a cave. Woman was crazy about fresh mammoth and man was superstar. Everybody was happy. But time was going and mammoth was changed to a elk, later elk was changed to a fish and finally animals were changed by money. Nowadays sad men have to sit at office and earn money. Only when he sleeps he sees a mammoth and ancient part of brain tells him: "Wake up men, catch him! He is so fatty! Be the superstar!". Men wakes up and goes fishing.
I fished several times. First time was when I was very young boy. It was on the south. We woke up very-very early. It was about 5 or 6 a.m. and it was horrible for me. After a short way we reached small lake and began fishing. Yeah, it was very calm morning: surface of water was flat without any waves, wind slept and branches of willows just trailed to the water. Even ducks slept in the waterside grass. We were sitting, watching to the water and waiting fish... Of course everybody was silent because nobody wanted to miss a fish. Two or three hours passed and fishing was completed. We fished several fishes and everybody were happy except me.
Recently my colleague came back from fishing and he was astonished by fishing. He was very happy. But he looked like... hmm, he looked very bad: his eyes were red, he was dirty, his hair stood on end. I examined him from top to toe and I realized who was he! He was prehistoric man! I asked him about his happiness but he didn't answer something distinct. But it didn't matter because I understood cause of happiness.
Many thousands years ago a real man caught a mammoth and brought them to a cave. Woman was crazy about fresh mammoth and man was superstar. Everybody was happy. But time was going and mammoth was changed to a elk, later elk was changed to a fish and finally animals were changed by money. Nowadays sad men have to sit at office and earn money. Only when he sleeps he sees a mammoth and ancient part of brain tells him: "Wake up men, catch him! He is so fatty! Be the superstar!". Men wakes up and goes fishing.
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