Another good story.
Reminds me of a mate's father who kept pestering me to take him fishing (he could talk underwater with a mouthful of marbles)
I finally said "yes," so he would stop annoying me.
Headed out to the deep water near Lilli Pilli, anchored up, I gave him one of my handlines to use, hooked up bait to the hook, threw the line out and said "hang on." I did the same for my handline and we waited.
Well, not too long and I pulled up a school jewie, then another and another. The old bloke did not get a bite, although we were fishing 5 feet apart and the baits were nearly side by side on the bottom.
Still whinging about not catching any fish, he wanted to sit in my spot, F.F.S., he did not shut up, so we switched spots in the boat. I used the handline at the front of the boat, and the old bugger used my handline at the back of the boat.
Had no sooner switched, and I pulled up a jewie, then another and another, and the old bloke did not get a bite. "Take me home you f***ing fraudster, you have a SCUBA diver down there hooking the fish onto your line."
I was happy to go home and he never pestered me again to go fishing.
One thing that I was happy about was that his wife made the best chocolate cake ever, and I would call her to offer her a jewie, and she would whip up a cake for me. I spread the story that he could not catch shite in a toilet bowl. 🤣