Fishin', Not Catchin'
Yesterday evening I took Sam for a walk on the beach in Kitty Hawk. It was twilight, that magical time in the evening when the water looks like glass and the sky is turning pink. The only other people on the beach besides me and Sam were fishermen. With poles in hand, they dotted the shoreline. We walked over to one, his bait bucket at his side, and asked if anything was biting. "Nothing!" he replied. He gave us a smile, tipped his baseball cap and said, "Ma'am, that's why they call it fishin' and not catchin'!"
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