By the time we headed back to the bus-stop, we saw his two friends there. They were smiling at us while showing off their catches. One of the uncle was pointing to some few small palm sized fishes in his small icebox.The uncle even started to laugh at us saying how big our icebox was and what are we aiming to catch and how STUPID and STUBBORN we were father and son. He was refering to himself as a fishing GURU and even told us that we could learn the ropes of fishing from him. As expected, my dad smiled and agreed, thus told him that we were only fishing for fun. I remembered clearly that we never showcase our two Chermins to them...