The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub just outside Coast Guard Base Cape May.
A salty old Boatswains Mate was standing near the edge with a fishing rod, his line in the puddle.
A curious young Warrant Officer came over to him and asked what he was doing.
'Fishing,' the old guy simply said.
'Poor old fool' the Warrant Officer thought, and invited him into the pub for a drink.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the officer ironically asked, ‘And how many have you caught?'
'You're the eighth,' the old Bosun answered.
