My grandpa used to take me to a few farm ponds to catch fish when I was young. He always kept the fish to eat. Bream, catfish, bass, didn’t matter. One time he took my dad and uncles along with us. We were sneaking and releasing the bass behind his back.
Well I was like 8 or 9 years old and not quite as discreet as my father and uncles. So naturally my grandpa caught me reeling in a largemouth and then letting it go.
He started hollering at me from across the pond:
‘What the hell are you doing?!? God d*mnit I was gonna eat that!!!’
Just remember my dad and uncles dying laughing their butts off. I was like a deer in headlights. My grandpa grumbled about it all the way home.
Unfortunately he passed a couple years later. But the phrase ‘God d*mnit, I was gonna eat that!’ Has remained a bit of an inside joke and a funny line my dad/uncles and I would yell when we are together fishing or hunting, whether we lose a fish we are fighting or relay how we feel about missing an animal while hunting...
sorry this ended up being a longer post than I meant but it actually made me smile.