THE OLD MAN AND THE FISHING ROD

There has been drizzling since morning.The pot hole on the road in front of a pub was full of water to its brim and an old man completely drenched in the rain was in a siting posture by bending his knees patiently in front of the pot hole with a fishing rod apparently in a bid to catch fish.
One more gentle man while crossing the road saw him sitting and felt sympathy for him. He  invited him for a couple of drinks to boost his energy.
Amid the warmth  atmosphere of the pub while both of them toasted cheers with the  glass of whisky,the gentle man while sipping the elixir slowly  by enjoying the   taste on the tip of his toungue,asked the old man "how many stuff you have caught sofar since morning"
The old man replied "No...not much.You are the 7 th catch"