Day two of my fishing escapade, and boy was it a doozy. Let me spin you a manly yarn recounting my trials with the little water beastie. I dragged my butt out of bed at the crack of dawn (har har) to check my fish traps. To my dismay, I found my first contraption completely mangled! Beaten to a pulp! Well, no big deal, right? They’re easy enough to make, I can replace it in no time flat. What I’m more concerned about is what the heck happened here. Did the fish get caught inside and cause such a fuss it managed to break the frame? Did another Pokemon help free it? Or did some watersucker with a vengeance come by and destroy it for giggles?
Lucky for me, there was one way to find out! This was the exact reason I set up my underwater cams. The truth would soon be revealed… OR SO I THOUGHT. When I reached into the water to retrieve my device, I discovered it was gone! Those fish are messing with the wrong nerd. Now it’s personal. Now it’s WAR.
I headed to my other traps and found they were all still intact, as were my other cameras. Upon reviewing the footage, I found my first clue. At 5:13 am, there was movement by the Pinap berry bait. The Pokemon clearly knew it was a trap. The little bugger swam around that whole thing except the entrance. It was clearly trying to find a way to get the bait, but it knew better than to go into the trap.
The second clue came shortly after when a telltale flash appeared on my camera feed, followed by a blur of movement in the water. Whatever broke my trap had my camera, too! They must be mutating. Is there a nuclear waste spill around here? What’s this fish’s deal? Mark my words, I’m going to catch that hooligan it if it’s the last thing I do!
I tracked the river downward to the most plausible location that fish fry could have gone. I was prepared to search until dark if that’s how long it took, but luckily I found it right where I thought it would be. And if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. That thief had gathered up all its buds, and they were playing with my camera in the shallows! Passing it between them like a hot potato and snapping selfies! The nerve of some Pokemon!
In the heat of the moment, I forgot all about my plan. I jumped straight into the water and grabbed my camera while they scattered in fear. But that slippery little thief wasn’t letting go without a fight. It charged me again and again, using all of its power to jump clear out of the water and slap me with its fins! I didn’t know if it was trying to get my camera back, or if it was just bent on revenge.
I quickly retreated to dry land, thinking I would be safe. Oh, how wrong I was. The Whiscash followed me! Jumped straight onto my head! That was its biggest mistake, though. This is my realm! You have no power here! That fish fell straight into my bucket, and I carried it writhing and thrashing all the way home.
This will make a great story to tell in the future – the time I caught a fish completely hands-free. Who knew I was such an advanced fisherman? Anyway, I think I’ll go grab my other cameras before the fish get wiser. Tomorrow it’s back to good ol’ hook, rod, and sinker.