A big yank was walking through an Irish village after a massive downpour of rain and just outside of a pub was a wee old man with a stick and a bit of string dangling into a puddle,whatare you doing ask the yank ,fishing said the little old man, poor old fool thought the yank,come into the pub and have a glass of whiskey, so while there sipping there drinks the yanks says how many did you catch ,the old man says your the 8th today