It was a beautiful early morning spring day and Bob was slowly cutting the still waters of the surface of a small lake heading out for a relaxing day of fishing. He wasn't using a motor just gently dipping the oars heading for a spot right along the shores of a small island. He found his spot and slowly dropped his anchor and cast out his line with a bobber. He stretched out and thought to himself, this is the life...time to relax after a tough week at work.

A few hours later and no luck fishing, he saw a duck approaching him gliding through the air. All of a sudden the bird dove right at him alarming him a bit while rocking the boat. He thought to himself, "what does that duck think he owns this lake". The duck made a u-turn and made another dive, this time Bob almost laid flat on his seat and thought, "who the hell does that duck think he is"? The duck turned and came in again, this time Bob stood up and started waving his arms yelling at the duck, "hey, you're messing with the wrong guy here you son of a bitch, try it again, and you'll see". The duck turned again and this time Bob grabbed an oar, his face glowing red and took a big swing at the duck, missed him, slipped and fell right in the water. Bob crawled back into the boat soaked and shivering. It was only about 55 degrees and his teeth were chattering. He scrambled to his feet and saw the duck again boring in, he grabbed full cans of beer he had and starting throwing them at the duck cussing on the the top of his lungs. Finally thouroghly pissed off he finally grabbed the oars and started moving as fast as he could toward the shore. The duck stopped flying at him and landed on the shore of the island where Bob was parked to check on its nest. Bob kept yelling, "you piece of sheet if I wasn't so cold I'd come over there and break your neck".

All the way home all Bob could do was think about that fricking duck with thoughts like" I couldn't believe that son of a bitch, I think I'll bring a gun next week and blow that duck away". He wrecked my whole day. He got home and all he could talk about was that duck, he told his wife and everyone else that day about this friggin duck. He sat on the couch watching television and still thought about that duck.

The problem wasn't the duck however, it was Bob? The duck was just trying to protect its young, but Bob figured differently, it was after him. His whole day was wrecked because of that duck he kept thinking. But really, the whole day was wrecked because of Bob.