Laughing at the Little Things

Most people suspect that my family fishes a lot, and when I tell stories similar to the very first post on this weblog, it tends to confirm people's initial thoughts. Since this is the case here, it only seems appropriate that I tell another fishing story. At the time, my mom, brother and I were staying in a small BC town visiting our family. My brother happens to have an out of town friend there by the name of Jamie(not to be confused with the first Jamie. We'll call this one Jamie 2.0), so we decided to visit him at his house. While there, Jamie 2.0 decided to invite me and my brother to a fishing trip with his friends by a creek just a few kilometers away from the town. Seeing as we had nothing better to do, the two of us gladly accepted. Once we got there, Jamie 2.0 was as courteous a host as you could expect; he gave us borrowed fishing poles, drinks, and anything else we needed for the day. His friends seemed to be less thrilled at our arrival, but we couldn't quite figure out why. My brother and I soon found out via Jamie 2.0 that they acted hostile due to us being "city boys that couldn't catch a fish to save their lives." As a quick disclaimer, my brother and I had never really bought into the whole country life vs city life feud before that point; we did think, however, that it would've been such a shame to not capitalize on this perfect opportunity. That being said, us city slickers played along with the country boys and kept quiet and humble as the jeers and insults flowed, making sure that our newfound fishing competition made themselves out to be as big of fools as they could. About an hour and a half into the trip without a single catch on either end, my brother and I decided to pull out the ace in our sleeve: store bought bait. At first we decided to act oblivious as our first few fish started rolling in just to annoy Jamie 2.0's entourage, but by the time we had a 4-1 lead on the opposition, it was much too funny to play it off anymore. Me and my brother started giggling every other minute at the other group's failure after all their tall talk, and even had a full blown laugh attack every time we added another fish to our pile. Jamie 2.0 called it a day once me and my brother reeled in our eighth catch, and that was truly the cherry on top since the hometown team was still left with their admirable, single fish. We kept the laughs going on the way back home at the cost of the group's pride, and even went so far as to remind them of the trip every time we encountered them on the street. Since that day, me and my brother have had a good laugh every time we remember the story, and we can only hope that the country kids ended up getting a laugh out of the experience as well.