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I went deep sea fishing once with my dad. It ended up being an awful day.
A couple years later we were at Little Drummer Boy Campground in Gettysburg and since my grandpa got me a fishing pole for Christmas I was fishing in the pond there and my dad came over eventually and yelled at me about everything I was doing wrong and pointing-out how everyone else there but me could catch a fish. He didn't bother showing me anything just ridicule. I never fished again.