That was yesterday. Today we eat the bounties of their casts. Nothing compares to fresh fish, filleted, seasoned with salt and pepper, dredged in flour, and fried to sizzling crisps. Frying fish is an ancestral ceremony at our house.
"Going fishing" with a buddy is a non-denominational communion. Fishermen are quick to admit to the old saying, "The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad." For those of us who enjoy the sport, fishing is spiritual, with biblical roots.
When the guys get home from a day of fishing, I always get a kick out of listening to them tell where they put in the boat, what area they fished, what they used for bait, what fish bit on what bait, what kinds of fish were biting, and, of course, the size of the "one that got away."
Fish stories are a lore of their own. If a fish story is told enough times, it's acceptable for the fish to keep growing. It's simply more proof that the fun of fishing doesn't end when the boat comes back out of the water. One day of fishing can last a lifetime.
"If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there'd be a shortage of fishing
poles." ~Doug Larson