There is an old story of a man sitting on a dock with a fishing pole and his line in the water. A passerby inquires, "Fishing?" The man on the dock replies, "Nope, just drowning worms."

Writer Robert Fulghum admits that he's no fisherman, although he says he does sometimes enjoy it. Well, one summer day he, a friend of his, his nephew, and his friend's son decided to go fishing. His friend said that he knew a certain lake nearby that was absolutely teeming with fish, and they'd be sure to catch something there.

So the next day they set out for the lake before dawn. There were already a number of fisherman there, so they knew it had to be a good spot. The four of them got into their boat, claimed a spot, and cast their lines.

Well, Fulghum felt a tug on his line practically before it hit…