It had started off as a normal day for the Dukes, so far as normal goes in Hazzard. The boys had woke up, done chores and ate breakfast as usual, and then, having no other must-dos for the day decided that it was the perfect day to go fishing... Luke baited the hook skillfully, with precision. He had stuck his finger so many times before that he had learned to put the struggling worm on quickly, having casted his line before Bo had even managed to get the worm halfway on his hook. Luke couldn't help smiling. When they were younger, he and Bo would have contests to see who could be baited and have their hook cast into the water the quickest. Luke always won, not only because he was more nimble with his fingers, but because Bo was too tender-hearted, dreading to put the worm on the hook and watch it struggle. That and the fact that he usually stuck his finger trying to be quicker than his cousin had been his downfalls...and from the looks of things, he hadn't gotten any better as the years passed. "Bo, I'm gonna be eatin my catfish by the time you get that worm on there..."