A couple of hours later, he was sitting on the dock fishing, happy as could be. The rest of us let him be because with the exception of a fish swimming up your hoo-hah, it's a pretty dull sport. Before long, I could hear The Big Daddy yelling, "GET THE NET! GET THE NET! THE BIG ONE!"
|Here's me bringing the BIG net.|
Geez, kids, I said, I think your dad just caught Moby Dick. Instead he landed this:
|They kind of look like brothers from different mothers.|
He caught more after that. He said they were about this big:
Seriously? That Big Daddy sure can tell a tall tale, but the real reason he's so happy is because he didn't come home with a freeloader in his pants.