A man walks into a bar and as he goes in he notices an old man sitting in the pouring rain at the gutter, with a fishing rod, fishing down a drain.He goes in and orders a Jameson and feeling sorry for the old man gets him a Jameson and brings him in to sit at the fire. The old man sits quietly stareing at the flames drinking his whiskey. The man thinks,I'll humor him, have you caught much today ? he's says, yea says the old man,your the eighth !