The Rules of Fishing

Yesterday, after the fight with the flypaper I learned about fishing. I have never been fishing before but I have to confess I am still at a bit of a loss about the rules of fishing. The Owner, Pub Landlord and Recycling Lorry Driver went fishing at the lake which wasn't very far from here and I have to question myself as to why my patrols have never lead me to it before.

We all arrived at the lake and the three hoomuns got fishing rods out of the car which looked really interesting. The Owner managed to win the "tying lots of knots competition", which I thought would please him but he seemed a bit disappointed to have won. Maybe there are better competitions to come! They all attached a funny coloured stick to the end of the string and then tied a worm to the end of that. Then they threw it in the lake!!! All was quiet for a while and then as they all sat down with a beer from The Owner's cool box and watched where they had each thrown their sticks. Well I couldn't quite work out what the floating stick was meant to do so I jumped in and swam out for a closer look. Well I really don't understand what I did wrong but they all started shouting at me! After about an hour of watching his floating stick and worm in the lake The Owner started fidgeting until in the end he got up and left his stick and worm in the lake and went to find someone to talk to. After he had gone I noticed something very strange, the stick which was floating in the water suddenly wasn't, it had sunk! The it popped up again before sinking right out of sight! Then The Owner's fishing rod, which he had left on the bank, suddenly took off and started swimming across the lake before it too dived below the surface. I thought this must all be part of the game so I sat and watched as it kept popping up all across the lake whilst The Owner was talking to Pub Landlord. When at one point the rod popped up near where The Owner was standing he got very excited and started saying some very rude words! I thought that discretion was going to be the better part of valour on this occasion and went and sat in the car. I felt I probably wasn't going to get too much blame for his fishing rods going swimming if I was in there. When we got back to the pub they put me on a bit of old string which smelled far too strongly of fish for my liking and was not up to my usual standard of lead, I have breeding I do and that implies certain standards! I have to confess I was a bit surprised when they started telling the other hoomuns about events coz I don't remember there being a fish in there as big as they were saying. Although if there is, it has probably got a fishing rod trailing behind it.