My Dad was the penultimate unlucky fisherman….my uncle, the exact opposite. Once, they went fishing together and my uncle kept on reeling them in, while my Dad wasn’t even getting a bite.My uncle suggested they change rods, so they changed spots with each other in the boat, without bringing in the lines. My uncle proceeded to catch fish on my Dad’s line, Dad still didn’t get a nibble.
My Dad was the penultimate unlucky fisherman….my uncle, the exact opposite. Once, they went fishing together and my uncle kept on reeling them in, while my Dad wasn’t even getting a bite.My uncle suggested they change rods, so they changed spots with each other in the boat, without bringing in the lines. My uncle proceeded to catch fish on my Dad’s line, Dad still didn’t get a nibble.