Baldo by Hector D. Cantú and Carlos Castellanos for August 16, 2020

momento maravilloso entre padre e hijos (marvelous father/children time)

Sneaky way to take a nap.

Every time my Dad took my youngest brother fishing the kid would chatter like a magpie. And caught the most fish!

Never argue with success.

OMG! I’ve used this lie.

The first time I met my cousin (about 30 years younger than I, about five at the time) he wanted to go fishing in the family fishing hole; he sat on a sunny pier and waited for a bite while the fish were jumping in the overhanging brush a hundred feet away. I led him to the action and gave him his first fishing lesson: always fish where the fish are.

The kind of fishing practiced here where I live (New Mexico), is called “fly fishing” (though I’ve never seen anyone catch a fly).

You stand hip-deep in an icy river while appearing to beat the water to a froth with something called a “fly rod”.

Amazingly enough, these “fishermen” actually do manage to catch the occasional fish – I assume the said fish so caught died from laughing at the antics of the so-called fisherman – I can’t imagine any other explanation.

I grew up believing the family group above were fishing properly, though, I preferred a shady bank with a tree to lean against, myself. All my relatives were avid “worm drowners” so they kept mom and I in fish.

Personally, I prefer doing my fishing, these days at Kroger or Whole Foods – it’s a whole lot less messy that way!

I do have one regret, however. I used to love catfish. the catfish you get at the store is all “farm-grown” and lacks the flavor of “wild-caught”. (just as long as you can forget WHY the wild catfish tastes different, that is).

A bit of time back the Dad talked about delving back into the dating pool….?

I love the regular Baldo comics but I hate the whole concept of these mentiras. I would rather have reruns.

I hope there are no bears around.

And, then he proceeded to Snore like a runaway chain saw and scare away all the fish.