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>be 12 years old
>semi absent dad called out of the blue one day and asked if I wanted to spend some quality father-son time by going fishing the upcoming weekend
>got excited and bought a bunch of fishing gear
>he never showed up and didn't contact me until the next summer when he again asked if I wanted to go fishing
>said "yeah" and didn't mention last year
>we rented a row boat
>he put on a cowboy hat, cracked open a bear and leaned back while I rowed in the blazing summer heat
>came upon a section of shore made up of black slate rock
>told me to load some up to bring home for his yard
>then ate some soggy fishsticks that I washed down with water of equal temperature as a job well done
>time to try some fishing
>spent the next 20 minutes untangling the roll, and then another 15 trying to get my only hook unstuck from the bottom before having to cut the line
>time was running out and we had to return the boat
>before going ashore he looked around and quickly threw his beer can in the reeds
>I felt disappointed but I was desperate for a father figure so I just smiled and suffered in silence
>we then proceeded to unload over 100 kg of rock to the trunk of his car
At least we didn't have to deal with any rangers.
