Jokes - Memories of the first Fishing.

written by Milekhin Igor
edited by Fisher Illya


                Memories of the first
                       Fishing


   A long time ago, when I was very young, I
I have often heard a wonderful and incomprehensible word - FISHING.
It was winter and when the big guys arrived with
fishing, I began to look at them and
eavesdrop.  They were all dressed very strangely:
big furry hats, strange soft boots without
fasteners, over which black
rubber slippers. Everyone had an interesting gray
coat and thick trousers, as well as a box knocked together
made of plywood, which for some reason they called
"fishing"  But there were no fish in these boxes. U
uncle began a heated conversation, from scraps
which I vaguely understood that fish know how to bite and
I pecked at some old man.  I also found out that
Today the white fish were caught well, but for some reason
shore and near the car. Then I asked one uncle
show me this white one.  Instead of fish he
for some reason he pulled out an empty vodka bottle and
showed it to me.   I was offended and walked away.  A little
after thinking about it, I threw a scandal so that they would take me too
for your next fishing trip.   The uncles laughed, but
agreed.
   And so I came to fish. All the uncles ran away
and I was left alone. I found a hole in the ice and sat on it
your little chair.  I had it in my pocket
matchboxes in which terrible things were swarming
red creatures that even scared me
watch. One fisherman told me it was a bloodworm, but
This didn't make me feel any better. Besides, I was afraid
so that the fish don’t bite me too. I sat for a while
but then I saw that other fishermen were catching something
on the hooks of their fishing rods and lower the hooks into the water. I
unwound the fishing rod and began to look for something to hook on
hook  I didn’t want to reach into my pocket for bloodworms - he
scared me.   And yet I found a way out.  C
looking victorious, I put the candy on the hook and
cast a fishing rod.  Because with a fishing rod for a long time
nothing happened, I started looking closely at
other fishermen. They probably had their own secret
tongue, as every now and then some began to wave
hands.  I decided not to look like a stranger among them, and
He also waved his hands, just in case. Soon I
it became cold.  I decided to wander around and warm up.
Not far away I saw an uncle who, with his legs spread,
lay face down in the snow. I thought he died
but he snored so terribly that I was frightened and
went to his fishing rod.  Suddenly the fishing rod started
twitch and crawl towards the hole.  I grabbed her and
I felt something strange at the end of the transparent rope
fluttering.  I rested my hands and feet on the ice, but
after all, he pulled out the fishing rod along with the fish,
caught on the hook. The fishermen came running and helped
meunhook the fish, but when they looked at what they had
I was hooked (meaning
candy), then they started laughing. I didn't understand them.
It’s quite natural that the fish wanted candy, but
caught on the hook. I was offended by the fishermen and everyone
I spent the rest of the fishing trip in the car.
  This was my first fishing trip.