i remember the first time I went fishing. It was in the sweltering jungles of the asian rain forest. lost for days and the food had just run out. amid leeches and mosquitos of gigantic proportions, i stood at the banks of a river with nothing but a pointy stick. a flick of a tail caught my eye. a shadowy creature dart from rock to rock. with a quick movement i speared my first fish.
just kidding. i was visiting my uncle and we went to a fish farm where they had some ponds by a picnic for people to fish in. i tried fishing the old fashoin way with just a stick with some string and a hook at the end with a worm. everything i 'caught' quickly slipped back in.