why i hate kids

i lost another rod today.
i have lost rods, i have lost guitars and the odd mandolin.
always lose them to tiny little criminals,
like today i was fishing with a child and his shinny space-age composite pole
and me with my grizzled veteran of more the 30 summers.
rebuilt with plumbing parts and epoxy
when he ask to trade rods i was surprised.
"mine is old and beat-up" i explained "your is new and fancy"
"i know" said the young man "but yours catches fish"
when a kid learns the difference between the value of a thing and it's price they grow up some on the spot.
i lost another rod today i hope i lose many more.