Mud Puddle Fishing - 01/27/17
The rich east coast banker had finally fulfilled his dream to fish Alaska.
Driving back to his hotel after a heavy rain, he spotted an old man fishing one of the large puddles in a tavern parking lot.
This perked his interest so he pulled into the parking lot.
Getting out of his rented car, he approached him.
The Old Geezer had a crooked branch pole with a string attached to the end.
The other end of the string was in the center of the puddle.
After watching for several minutes, he asked the Old Timer what he was doing.
The Sour Dough shot him a quick look, put his finger to his lips and softly said, "Shush! What does it look like I'm doing? I'm fishing."
With this he turned his attention back on his line with an expectant look giving it a slight jiggle.
The banker thought to himself that the old man must have spent too many winters above the Arctic Circle.
Feeling sorry for the old guy standing wet and cold there trying to fish a mud puddle, he asked him to come into the bar for a beer.
Reluctantly, the old man put down his fishing pole and followed the banker into the tavern and sat at the bar.
It was obvious by how much the Geezer was openly enjoying his beer that the banker could see that he hadn't had one in a long time, so he ordered him another.
The old man graciously accepted the second beer and just as before, he showed true enjoyment of it too.
Sitting there awkwardly in silence, the banker asked, "So, how is the fishing going?"
The Sour Dough finished his beer, turned to the banker and with a twinkle in his eye said, "Pretty good, so far today, you're the eighth."
Whether you are rich or poor, free beer always tastes best.
Steve
Driving back to his hotel after a heavy rain, he spotted an old man fishing one of the large puddles in a tavern parking lot.
This perked his interest so he pulled into the parking lot.
Getting out of his rented car, he approached him.
The Old Geezer had a crooked branch pole with a string attached to the end.
The other end of the string was in the center of the puddle.
After watching for several minutes, he asked the Old Timer what he was doing.
The Sour Dough shot him a quick look, put his finger to his lips and softly said, "Shush! What does it look like I'm doing? I'm fishing."
With this he turned his attention back on his line with an expectant look giving it a slight jiggle.
The banker thought to himself that the old man must have spent too many winters above the Arctic Circle.
Feeling sorry for the old guy standing wet and cold there trying to fish a mud puddle, he asked him to come into the bar for a beer.
Reluctantly, the old man put down his fishing pole and followed the banker into the tavern and sat at the bar.
It was obvious by how much the Geezer was openly enjoying his beer that the banker could see that he hadn't had one in a long time, so he ordered him another.
The old man graciously accepted the second beer and just as before, he showed true enjoyment of it too.
Sitting there awkwardly in silence, the banker asked, "So, how is the fishing going?"
The Sour Dough finished his beer, turned to the banker and with a twinkle in his eye said, "Pretty good, so far today, you're the eighth."
Whether you are rich or poor, free beer always tastes best.
Steve