Saturday night, my son and son-in-law wanted to hit the lake for some early evening fishing. I'm always up for drowning a few nightcrawlers, so I readily agreed to take them. It got dark and the mosquitoes came out like a plague of Egypt, and so did the bats. I went to the van to put away my gear, when my son came running, telling me that my son-in-law had a bat on his rod. I ran down, and sure enough, a bat had a grip on the end of the rod and was gnawing away that last eyelet. I used the tip of another rod to try and dislodge the beast, but he was having none of it - he wanted that eyelet. He finally let go and flew away. Weird.

That is weired !!

He might have been full from hunting...and...wait for it....was just looking for a tip bit before going home

Must have been a Vamp-eye-r bat.

HAHAHAHAHA!!!