Postby Eaquae Legit » Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:19 pm
My Dad used to be HUGE into fishing. We would go down to the harbour all the time when I was a kid, and I have a lot of memories of fishing at the cottage. As a result, although I don't want to touch, eat, clean, or do anything involving a fish, I know how to cast (spinner), how to sharpen hooks (they're always dull out of the box), set the hook, can identify a number of freshwater species, and know how to string them on a line so they can swim along behind your canoe (don't paddle too fast or they'll drown and be less fresh for eating later). I can name a goodly number of lure types.
I do not, however, do anything involving live bait. I know the theory, and I know the smell of roe bags, but only involuntarily. I don't mind going along fishing, if someone else does all the fishy bits.
When I was a kid, though, there was NOTHING funnier than watching my dad bash the fish on the head after they were out of the water. The absolute HEIGHT of comedy. I was also fascinated by cleaning them. No idea what changed.
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