More Fishing Stories... are you bored yet?

We used to stop at the bait shop and buy worms... they were called sand worm and they were gross... They were greenish and had a zillion orange legs running down their sides and they had nasty pincers. Here's a picture so you can see that I'm not making this up....

Just look at that beauty... it kind of matches the blog color scheme doesn't it... Anyhow... I would not touch these things and neither would Don. Pincers were the deciding factor. They're freaking scary looking... like tiny version of monster straight out of Dune scary. We did not trust those lowly worms to not pinch us, so dad always had to bait our hooks for us.

We went out ocean fishing one day. I don't remember what we were fishing for but we anchored and started fishing and we were using sand worms for bait. I was catching fish and needing a new worm every time cause the fish either ate it or knocked it off the hook. Mom was catching fish and dad... well, he was not catching a damned thing and it was ticking him off. Don was catching fish too but he just kept using the same worm over and over. It always miraculously survived, and by survive I mean stayed on the hook. That thing was dead after a few drownings and amputations of dangling, apparently tasty segments.

The funny part was Don and his fishing. Within 2 minutes of him dropping his line in the water he would be hauling up another fish and his worm was always right there on the hook. We started making jokes about his magic bait. Actually mom probably started the joking and I joined in. Dad was still not catching anything, getting angrier and not seeing the humor in his son, hater of fish and fishing, catching ALL the fish using the same pathetic remnant of sandworm.

By this time I think Don was only continuing to fish because every time he pulled up another fish and the worm survived my mom would cry out "WAAAAYYYY!!!! Magic worm!!!" (For some reason unknown to me she always yelled "way" instead of 'yay' I don't know why..) I think it became a contest for him. How many fish can you catch on the same worm?

After about a half hour of Don pulling up fish every few minutes, dad had had enough. "Reel in your lines," Don pulls up a fish. "We're moving to a different spot." Don pulls up a fish. "I mean it. Don reel in your line!" Don pulls up another fish. Finally, my brother does reel in his line, with a fish on it, just as the motor started... 

So now we're heading away from this great 'Don' fishing spot, his worm was looking a lot worse for the wear and there was only about an inch of it left... but when no one was looking, he dropped it in one last time as the boat picked up speed and yes. Hauled up another fish. We knew it was really time to go then, because his worm was gone. Dad grumbled and drove the boat far away from that spot.