Fishing Tale Gone

Bobby McCatskill believed in American. He went to work everyday. Bobby read newspapers and watched the news. He had a 401k.

One day Bobby gave up.

He was tired of reading about robberies and killings. He was tired of never seeing anything good.

Bobby quit his job and emptied his 401k. He sold his house and packed his car with everything he held dear and he drove.

He drove to a small town where he thought he could start a new life. He thought that if he just didn't keep up with the news he would find inner peace and harmony.

Bobby took up hunting and fishing. He traded his car for a truck. He still wasn't happy.

Bobby became active in his community and found a wife.

Bobby's discontent for humanity only grew.

One Spring morning Bobby went fishing and caught the largest fish he had ever caught. A sense of excitement filled his soul.

As he held the fish in his hands he thought about the excitement he was feeling.

"I am no better than those hunters of humanity, those destroyers of values. I am finding pleasure in taking this fish from his home. This fish will die by my hands and be eaten by my wife and me."

Bobby threw the fish back.

Bobby never went hunting or fishing again.

At first Bobby wouldn't eat anything that came from an living creature. He disdained any business that had meat for sale.

Bobby would picket restaurants and supermarkets. He handed out fliers that he wrote.

Bobby's wife left him.

One day Bobby was looking at a farm field and began to weep.

He cried for the plight of the plants in the field.

Figuring plants were entitled to life as much as the fish or animals, Bobby stopped eating plants as well. No one could talk to Bobby.

Bobby found discord in everything.

Bobby starved himself. Bobby died alone in February.