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1. pamansingan ni ka nando
2. hook me up
3. got one
4. tilapia

I grew up in a fishing/farming village in Obando, Bulacan. Up until the 1980s Obando was still provincial, but it's close promiximity to the capital Manila has changed the demography and landscape of this once sleepy and homey town but still some elements remain. I learned fishing from my Lolo Marcial. He made us fishing poles from bamboo and gave us rusty tin cans to fill with squirmies that we would uncover from the old adobe steps that led up to his house. He had a palaisdaan much like this one and he would take us on a boat that was always half sunken in water out on the middle and let us have a go at his fish stock, mostly tilapia, fortunately my favorite. One rule however was that whatever we caught had to be bigger than the palm of his hand. It was a tough lesson to learn. I had the attention span of a wasp and I'm fishing and it takes hours and when you finally catch one imagine how devastating it is to have to throw it back so it would grow to its full potential. I don't think I even understood the idea of potential at the time. That's a hard lesson to learn, but it's an important one and one that I will always remember my Lolo for. That's my Lolo Marcial. He was a good man.