![](https://singlebarbed.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/barbie_rod.jpg "I\'m not sure I\'d reach for one first - but if it was all that was offered I\'d \\"man up.\\"")
Imagine the little golden haired angel tugging on your sleeve, you point dumpling towards the rest room while holding her Barbie Rod between thumb and forefinger, with the same enthusiasm you hold your spouse’s purse, scanning the horizon for any of the known “gossips” from your fishing club.
A minute later Sweetpea’s forgotten as you’re wrestling the North Carolina state record Channel catfish – armed with sequins, a pink bait caster, and little else.
Naturally when the cameramen show – you elbow Dumpling out of the way – forgetting, in your haste, that all your buddies will be taping every move on the 6:00 News.
That pained expression says it all, the sudden realization that your erstwhile pals will be calling you this evening when they decide on your new nickname.
It’s not going to be “Killer” or “BarbedWire,” and I don’t think it’ll be pretty.
Worse yet, how do you explain to the child, “it’s all downhill from here?”
Nice catch, Princess!
Think of the local sportswriter being summoned into the editor’s office:
“We can’t print this.”
“What do you mean, what’s wrong with the story?”
“…I set the hook and Barbie screamed and doubled over? – this is a family paper, Bob!”
Poor Guy,
The fish of a lifetime and a nickname for life.
Ah well, suck it up Princess. You should have bought her the “My Little Pony” rod.