Fishing in the city presents unique challenges. I discovered a promising location, albeit in a poorly lit area, which is not ideal. Notably, no one else was fishing there, opting instead for the opposite side, likely due to the presence of thugs who steal gear. An elderly gentleman emerged from his residence as I was cleaning up my bait. I was disposing of trash and picking up items that didn't belong to me, ensuring the area was tidy. He inquired about my presence, questioning how I knew about the spot and the bait. He revealed that this was his usual fishing location and shared information about the area and its inhabitants. However, he assured me that I had nothing to worry about, as the individuals present were all his acquaintances. He even reprimanded one of them for not cleaning up. I was permitted to fish there because I demonstrated a sense of responsibility by cleaning up after myself and picking up others' trash. The elderly gentleman took a liking to my fishing rod, remarking that it was custom-made and wondering how I had managed to retain possession of it. When I mentioned that I had purchased it at Walmart, he responded that the individuals in the area were not naive and recognized the rod's custom nature, leaving him perplexed as to how I had avoided trouble.