“Set the hook, set the hook,” yelled my maddened grandfather.
Well, there was no third-time’s-a-charm in this case. I couldn’t have been more than 6, my pole was bent in half, the reel screaming and my feeble yanks to “set the hook” proved too much for him. With a mumbled “Here, let me help,” I was relieved of my burden and looked down to find my pole replaced with a net.