Last month, a colleague of mine convinced me to enter a fishing tournament. By emptying my savings and going into debt, I was able to buy the perfect fishing tackle, complete with a can of pig juice.
As I entered the contest area through a gateway made of wood, I could smell the pungent aroma of my bait soaking in the pig juice.
A man waved a flag above his head. “Everyone, start fishing!” he shouted, signaling the start of the contest.
The pig juice worked! I hooked a huge fish. What a disappointment it was when it got away!