Skunked

My main rememberance of the term skunk involved an illegal substance that some of my counterparts in high-school utilized on their off-time. Mine involves something that occurs in my off-time - but nothing illegal. Just depressing.

Since I started back to fishing, I have caught a total of zero fish. Zip, zilch, nada. Nothing to write home about. Nothing at all to write about, yet here, I sit, writing about it. Odd. I have successfully purchased about 3 to the power of 7 different categories of lures, spoons, spinners, crank-baits, buzz-baits, torpedoes, plastic worms, plastic salamanders, weights, hooks, line, poppers, doodads, geehaws and so on.

I know people can catch fish. I've seen it done. I saw a 8 year old boy catch 3 last week. I know he did because he yelled loud enough for half of the county to know. Hell, for that matter, I think I once or twice caught a fish in my innocent youth. I know that Opie from Mayberry used to catch fish on a cane pole with string, a safety pin and a hunk of bread. It CAN be done. I wonder if the IRS will allow me to list my fishing equipment as a loss if I don't catch a fish in 2007? Maybe the government will give me a subsidy for not catching fish the way they pay farmers not to grow crops?

Damn, I'm going to be rich... then I can buy more plastic worms.