My grandparents developed health issues and needed some assistance. They lived 3 hours away.

We bought a large, ancient camper, we hauled it 3 hours up to a rural campground some 30 miles away from my grandparents house. and I spent 2 summers up there. My father would leave in the am, go to visit my grandparents then come back to the camper around dinner.

I could hike and bike, there were quarries and fossils. No amenities per se but power and water. Before internet, and cell phones. We had a black and white 7 inch TV that could pick up 1.5 channels (the one was clear)

After running out of places to hike/bike within reason, I decided to fish. I hate fishing but GOD I was bored.

Work on the hook, eww eww eww squirm squirm, piereced my thumb in the corner.

ow fuck

ok try to get it back through wiggle wiggle

pierce through my other thumb. push down on my pant leg to try to get the hook on through

barb stuck in my pant leg.

hobbled back to the camper, both thumbs stuck together, to my right leg, every walk sheer pain.

so much laughter at me

i finally just ripped the thumbs apart.

never fished again