Official Riddle Thread - Page 120

maybe the son is also a father, and the father is also a son, and the grandfather is a father too... so, theyre could be more than 1 son and 1 father! and then they caught fish

Hm... that's kinda hard. Did another family member of the 3 just suddenly pop out and catch a fish and they started fishing together?

*sigh* boredom is such a drug, I actually decided to type a riddle. I will know if you googled this based on your answer and when you answered, so be careful if you wanna cheat:

there is a father, a son, and a grandfather. They all went fishing. When they stopped, they each caught a fish, but 4 fish were caught. How is this possible? THEY EACH CAUGHT ONE FISH.


Hint: Grandfather, Father, and Son.


The only person I can imagine getting this right is Ignimaru

Pondering the written riddle, looking deep into the middle,
Searching for a way to fiddle with the words and to explore.
See behind the word's true meaning, look to that to which they're leaning,
To one theme they are convening, hidden in the riddle's core.
Ask the answer of the riddler, bidden further to implore.
Find the answer, nothing more.

Here the answer given plainly and yet masked so weak and lamely,
Feeding tries to solve it vainly, undermines attempts galore.
Simple and yet so misleading, ne'er acknowledging the pleading,
This enigma, scarce conceding to the ones who seek its store.
So unyielding to the ones who delved inside and sought before.
Give the answer, nothing more.

The solution afore spoken, dances before thoughts unbroken,
Dances here as if a token, token of unspoken lore.
Now put forth your speculation, take a guess in desperation,
Or reveal the revelation that enlightened you afore.
Tell, do tell the inspiration which opened in your mind the door.
State the answer, nothing more.

Pondering the written riddle, looking deep into the middle,
Searching for a way to fiddle with the words and to explore.
See behind the word's true meaning, look to that to which they're leaning,
To one theme they are convening, hidden in the riddle's core.
Ask the answer of the riddler, bidden further to implore.
Find the answer, nothing more.

Here the answer given plainly and yet masked so weak and lamely,
Feeding tries to solve it vainly, undermines attempts galore.
Simple and yet so misleading, ne'er acknowledging the pleading,
This enigma, scarce conceding to the ones who seek its store.
So unyielding to the ones who delved inside and sought before.
Give the answer, nothing more.

The solution afore spoken, dances before thoughts unbroken,
Dances here as if a token, token of unspoken lore.
Now put forth your speculation, take a guess in desperation,
Or reveal the revelation that enlightened you afore.
Tell, do tell the inspiration which opened in your mind the door.
State the answer, nothing more.

How about this:

Only 2 people actually went fishing, and each caught two fish.

The grandfather has a grandchild, thereby making him a grandfather, but that child didn't come with them. His son is the son mentions in the riddle who went on the trip. The father also has a child, making him a father, but he is also the son of the grandfather

so every grandfather, every father and every son caught one fish.

So one of the two people who went fishing is both a grandfather and a father. The other is both a father and a son. That totals to 4 fish.

Probably wrong, but it's my best guess right now.

Pondering the written riddle, looking deep into the middle,
Searching for a way to fiddle with the words and to explore.
See behind the word's true meaning, look to that to which they're leaning,
To one theme they are convening, hidden in the riddle's core.
Ask the answer of the riddler, bidden further to implore.
Find the answer, nothing more.

Here the answer given plainly and yet masked so weak and lamely,
Feeding tries to solve it vainly, undermines attempts galore.
Simple and yet so misleading, ne'er acknowledging the pleading,
This enigma, scarce conceding to the ones who seek its store.
So unyielding to the ones who delved inside and sought before.
Give the answer, nothing more.

The solution afore spoken, dances before thoughts unbroken,
Dances here as if a token, token of unspoken lore.
Now put forth your speculation, take a guess in desperation,
Or reveal the revelation that enlightened you afore.
Tell, do tell the inspiration which opened in your mind the door.
State the answer, nothing more.