Crappy Bass [10.04.08]

Today was the day of the multicultural fall picnic, so we were all whisked away to Deb Bishop's house for an autumnal celebration. We carved pumpkins, roasted veggie burgers, and constructed s'mores. We also fished in Deb's stocked pond, conveniently located in her backyard. People, including me, were catching fish left and right, while I was more concerned about observing my one friend. He has a history of being an Eagle Scout, so I was obviously eager to see if he could earn his fishing badge. After I caught my second sunny, my friend had yet to get a nibble. Maybe he just starts slow and tapers off, I thought. The next few minutes consisted of me catching yet another fish, while he managed to snag the muck at the bottom of the pond. The longer we (or should I say "I") fished, the worse he got...and the more I laughed. An hour passed, most of us called it a day, and my friend had yet to catch anything. Finally, I heard him chant "fourth time's the charm" as he waved a meager sunny over the rippling water. We all gathered 'round to take a look, and some smart-mouth asked my friend how his fishing badge was coming along. After I think of it, I would have asked the same question...but probably in a less moronic way.