I used to go fishing quite a bit when I was a kid but , as of this writing, I haven’t done it in years. My brothers and I went with both of our grandfathers and assorted uncles to cast glittering hooks into the shadows of trees that hung over the bank and when we got back we got a good look at bluegill guts. They were pretty tasty as I recall. The cooked fish, not the guts.My dad’s parents had a farm where we would take a raft around a pond and dip our hooks as well and I recall more than one of us getting a hook stuck in our bodies from casting too close. What am I even getting at? Fishing, it’s certainly a thing. A thing I think I’d like to try again.