Bream, what's that?

I'm thinking of turning this blog into a fishing blog. We've gone so often lately, I could write tons of fishing advice about how not to catch very many fish, how to drown worms, kill minnows, and if you do catch fish, how to make sure you only catch the tiny ones. Ok, that will never happen, but I am going to talk about fishing again today.

Yesterday, Dale took Parker to a public lake about a half hour away while I went shopping for summer maternity clothes. They had a great time pulling in fish after fish (mostly bluegill/sunfish and one black bass). Dale claimed he couldn't keep the worms on the hook because if they didn't actually catch the fish, it would get the worm anyway. I thought this was an exaggeration. Until today.

We went out to the same lake this afternoon to try our luck again. We didn't pull in fish after fish, but we did lose tons of worms to those tricky little things. We'd get nibbles and bites, or even nothing at all, and when we reeled it in, the hook would be bare. We caught quite a few teeny tiny panfish though, so that was fun at least.

There were a few "local" fellows out there mowing and weed eating around the lake. They asked if we were catching anything, and of course thats when we had a silver dollar size bluegill on the hook. Dale took the opportunity to ask them what a bream was, since it's on all the fishing limit signs at the lakes. The following conversation took place:

Local: You don't know what brim is?
D: Naw man, what is it?
Local: Brim, you know. Where you from?
D: We're from Nebraska. What's a bream look like?
Local: It looks kind of like what you had there, but that wasn't it.
D: Ok.
Local: You ain't never seen a brim? What do you fish for up there?
D: Walleye, bass, catfish
Local: Walleye? what's a walleye?
D: Um, well, it's hard to explain. I guess just look it up on the internet, on google or something. (thinking that's what he's going to do when it comes to bream)
Local: Wha? I ain't got no computer.
D: Oh, well, you haven't been fishing until you go walleye fishing.
Other words are said, then the worker's leave.

Later the worker's truck pulls up:
Local: Hey nebraska, I think we figured it out, it's like a gar isn't it?
D: No, a gar's completely different, it's more like a pike
Local: You've been to way too much school man.

I'm sure I only have about half of the entire conversation here, but let me tell you, it was amazing. Good ol' Alabama anyway.