Fishering
Well hello LJ people.
I've just got back from my Dad's place about an hour ago and thought I should drop by and tell you all how my weekend went.
I am NEVER going fishing again. NEVER.
I honestly do not know why I keep telling Dad that I'll come back and do it again when I HATE IT.
To be honest, I enjoy the messing about in boats and being on the sea and observing the creatures that lurk within... but I do not want to hurt them or kill them or touch them.
I'm a big ol' pussy when it comes to handling the little buggers.. whenever I caught a fish I just couldn't make myself grab hold of it. The scales come off in your hand and if you're not being stabbed by spines then it's wriggling and twitching trying to get away from you... it's horrible.
Even if you decide to throw it back you still have to practically rip its mouth to shreds getting the fucking hook out... and that distresses me completely.
The other guys on the trip... when they caught a fish you could hear them rip the hook out and go "You little fucker! You scaly cunt! Get in the bucket!" and they would toss the gasping creature into a dry bucket to let it suffocate for ages.
Me, on the other hand, even if I managed to hold onto the bloody thing, would be sitting there whispering "I'm sorry I'm sorry oh god it's OK hold on I'll get that thing out of you it's ok I'm sorry--" then accidentally-on-purpose manage to lose my fish over the side of the boat. XD
Half the time I purposefully had my bait way too shallow in the water to actually catch anything.
But y'know what? Fuck you if you think that not wanting an animal to suffer makes me less of a man in your twisted fucking logic.
FUCK YOU.
Ahem.
Anyway, I'm home now and I'm absolutely knackered so I think I'm going to lurk on a few sites then go to bed.
I'm glad tomorrow is a bank holiday so I can recover from today lol.
p.s. Even though I've had two showers since getting home, with a brand new bar of Demon In The Dark soap, I can STILL smell fish guts. I feel sick. I think it's coming from my shoes. Thank fuck you can put Converse in the washing machine. If I find any more scales on me tomorrow I may puke.
I've just got back from my Dad's place about an hour ago and thought I should drop by and tell you all how my weekend went.
I am NEVER going fishing again. NEVER.
I honestly do not know why I keep telling Dad that I'll come back and do it again when I HATE IT.
To be honest, I enjoy the messing about in boats and being on the sea and observing the creatures that lurk within... but I do not want to hurt them or kill them or touch them.
I'm a big ol' pussy when it comes to handling the little buggers.. whenever I caught a fish I just couldn't make myself grab hold of it. The scales come off in your hand and if you're not being stabbed by spines then it's wriggling and twitching trying to get away from you... it's horrible.
Even if you decide to throw it back you still have to practically rip its mouth to shreds getting the fucking hook out... and that distresses me completely.
The other guys on the trip... when they caught a fish you could hear them rip the hook out and go "You little fucker! You scaly cunt! Get in the bucket!" and they would toss the gasping creature into a dry bucket to let it suffocate for ages.
Me, on the other hand, even if I managed to hold onto the bloody thing, would be sitting there whispering "I'm sorry I'm sorry oh god it's OK hold on I'll get that thing out of you it's ok I'm sorry--" then accidentally-on-purpose manage to lose my fish over the side of the boat. XD
Half the time I purposefully had my bait way too shallow in the water to actually catch anything.
But y'know what? Fuck you if you think that not wanting an animal to suffer makes me less of a man in your twisted fucking logic.
FUCK YOU.
Ahem.
Anyway, I'm home now and I'm absolutely knackered so I think I'm going to lurk on a few sites then go to bed.
I'm glad tomorrow is a bank holiday so I can recover from today lol.
p.s. Even though I've had two showers since getting home, with a brand new bar of Demon In The Dark soap, I can STILL smell fish guts. I feel sick. I think it's coming from my shoes. Thank fuck you can put Converse in the washing machine. If I find any more scales on me tomorrow I may puke.