An Old Navy Chiefs fishing skills

The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub just outside the USMC Air Base. 

A ragged old Navy Chief, wearing his Winged ball cap, was standing near the edge with a fishing rod, his line in the puddle. 

A curious young Marine fighter pilot stopped and asked what he was doing. 

'Fishing,' the old guy simply said. 

'Poor old fool,' the Marine thought and he invited the ragged old Navy Chief into the pub for a drink. 

As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the haughty fighter pilot asked, "And how many have you caught?' 

'You're the eighth,' the old Chief answered.