One of my old neighbours as he watched me carry all of my tackle including wet nets down the drive "have you been fishing then?"
Might be where my love of sarcasm first started.
Used to spend every Summer holiday at my cousins' who lived a short distance from the Staffs Worcester Canal.
Setting out with all our gear at 3am, we were stopped by a passing police car, the driver of which asked where we were going.
Upon receipt of our reply of "fishing" Sherlock took it upon himself to threaten two fourteen year olds for their cheek and attitude.
Upon examination of our boxes proving our sporting intentions, Morse then decided to test our legal credentials.
Upon examination of our two club books, Lindley then decided he'd had enough of his Inquisition of the Innocent and decided he needed a cup of tea, without a word of apology or explanation to his charges.
With any luck, he dinked the car and got a kicking off his sergeant.
I remember this occurrence because I caught a small skimmer which made a change from the gudgeon, roach and perch that made up most nets.