Two years ago my dad took us out fishing on the lake. Mr. P emerged the winner of the bass fishing contest and he's never looked back. This year when we went for a visit my dad lent him an ocean fishing rod so he could angle the treacherous waters of San Francisco Bay.

So far his efforts aren't threatening any population decrease in the native species. Unless you're counting bait fish.

How do you like me now sea perch!

But he seems to be working his way up the chain.

And you can't beat the scenery.

He went to the pier one morning to find a movie set blocking access to the water and like the cranky coot-in-training that he is he grumbled all day about how he couldnt care less about Danny Glover and that they better haul all that crap off the pier by next week.

So you know, he's got it pretty bad the fishing fever.