the happy hunter took his brother's much-prized fishing hook and rod and went down to the seashore and sat down on the rocks. he baited his hook and then threw it into the sea clumsily. he sat and gazed at the little float bobbing up and down in the water, and longed for a good fish to come and be caught. every time the buoy moved a little he pulled up his rod, but there was never a fish at the end of it, only the hook and the bait. if he had known how to fish properly, he would have been able to catch plenty of fish, but although he was the greatest hunter in the land he could not help being the most bungling fisher.