What has happened to the world?

[Steverino]

Some of my fondest memories are spending a summer fishing off a pier with my older brother on a small man-made lake near my boyhood home. We used cane poles and when you felt anything that even resembled a bite, those poor hapless catfish and carp were yanked from their watery homes towards the heavens.

Who said there's no such thing as flying fish??? Go tell that to a kid with a cane pole!