Casting Nets In The Brackish Waters Off A Village In Who Knows Where: Nature.... Now That's My Shit

When I first saw this thumbnail, I thought our fisherman was naked with his dick out. Turns out, he's just a dude in a wife beater, white boxers, and some pajama pants wrapped around his head. From this point forward, I know will know that this outfit is the stuff of a fishing legend. You don't wade into the waters covered by lilypads and undergrowth without knowing your way around some hazards. 

You're one with the water. You're a frog in men's skin. You were born to be right there at that time. It's beautiful. You know it. God knows it. The fish and game warden knows it. All that separates you and your net from fish is water and that situation is liquid. Once your trusty net touches the murky water, you know that you are minutes away from lunch, dinner, or even just a mid-day snack. As the old saying goes, teach a man to wear his pajamas on his head and legs, tighty whities, and a wife-beater to the water and he can live a life of having a big belly full of fish. Show a man another man wearing pajamas on his head and legs, tighty whities, and a wife-beater to the water and that man will be jealous of said pajamas on his head man for the rest of his life. You know what? That saying is correct. Fish on, wilderness man. Fish on.