A 9 year old's perspective.
 

A quick conversation Saturday at 3AM on the way to the canal:

Son: "Dad it's 3AM there's no-one on the highway you can go as fast as you want"
Me: "Not true bud, there's only two kinds of people out at this time of the morning. Fishing people and crazy people."
Son : "What's the difference ? "
Dad: ........


I had no answer, we got skunked and got up early. He's one of us already!

Nice, but tell him 3 kinds of people: the 3rd being cops!

thats awesome ......haha

Cool! Welcome kiddo!

well i keep tellin ya..........

there's no such thing as "SANE" people

they just outwardly appear that way....
on the surface...

they can be the pillar of the community
but secretly they are nuttier than a fruitcake

he needs to understand that also...

great story tho -Cheers

insane
adjective
in a state of mind that prevents normal perception.



Welcome to the fun house.

The difference is that the crazy people don't fish!

It's funny though, because when I regale my friends and family with my own tales of fishing at 2 am. because of the tide, or in 20 mph winds and rain, they say I'm crazy!
Fortunately, I've been able to "convert" a couple of relatives (old and young) to my way of thinking, so I have a few that know what I'm talking about and understand the reason I love to fish.

Funny story, but kids are alot smarter then we give them credit for

AIN't that the truth....!!!

their like little mini mexicans that say "me no savvy ingles"
when they most certainly do but will never let you know

sounds to me like your son

ALLready gets it!!! and it is THIS kinda
crazy that keeps me from going insane~~~

surfcasting is the best meds i've found!!
GREAT for him that he gets to start so early.

Dont make that mistake and call them that its "Sir" or Trooper unless its a local then its officer. Dont call them occifer or dude doesnt go over well

sweet, My daughter got me like that once. She's still out fishes me

20 years ago there was a LEO (law enforement officer) in Northern RI that would stop me at 2 in the morning, truck loaded with rods on the roof, 120 QT cooler in the basket on the front, etc etc. Siren. lights, the whole thing. Walk over to the truck and ask me where I was going.

I finally asked him why he would ask me such a question. He said that he too was a surf fisherman and wanted to know where the bite was because if I was crazy enough to be out at 2:00 AM, I sure knew something.

hahahaha!!!!

that's a sharp kid. LOL.