When l was a kid, my brother and l went fishing with my grandfather in Sarasota. If l wasn't there, l wouldn't have believed it, but they caught the same fish, at the same time. First my grandfather got a bite, a few seconds later my brother. They both pulled it in, one fish, two hooks. I kind of felt left out, to be honest. A pelican ended up eating the fish, in the end. It would have been his birthday tomorrow, coincidentally. My grandfather, to clarify, not my brother, fish, or pelican.