posted by Gary on Feb 7
This was me when I was little getting the fishing scoop from my high chair!
Oh, and I should have kept talking to you, mom had sweet pea custard for me,
I would have told her I really wanted some grilled halibut but she might have
freaked, she doesn’t know I can talk yet!
They take me fishing and put me in a jumper seat in a nearby tree and force me to watch while they haul in loads of fish. Then when we get home my mom cooks them up and I have to drool about the fish while I get sweet potato mush.
I bet I can bait a hook good as anybody, well, I think I can, the last bug that crawled to close I ate, I know I though of saving him in my diaper for bait later, but that was an after thought. He was really tasty, that’s why fish really love them I guess. My dad almost handed me some worms one day but my mom hollered “He’ll Eat Them”, she was right you probably, they looked
cool and tasty too.
OK, I better go, my moms coming and I’m supposed to be staring at the TV like that’s any fun, they don’t know I use the internet either.
One day I had a close call though, my cracker broke while I was typing but luckily Sparky came by and licked up the crumbs. Dad was sure mad at him though,
he left the keyboard all wet, he’s a basset hound you know, see ya, tight lines my friends.
Hey next week I will tell you some of my parents secret spots if
dad leaves the laptop open on the couch again.
