The kind of fishing practiced here where I live (New Mexico), is called “fly fishing” (though I’ve never seen anyone catch a fly).
You stand hip-deep in an icy river while appearing to beat the water to a froth with something called a “fly rod”.
Amazingly enough, these “fishermen” actually do manage to catch the occasional fish – I assume the said fish so caught died from laughing at the antics of the so-called fisherman – I can’t imagine any other explanation.
I grew up believing the family group above were fishing properly, though, I preferred a shady bank with a tree to lean against, myself. All my relatives were avid “worm drowners” so they kept mom and I in fish.
Personally, I prefer doing my fishing, these days at Kroger or Whole Foods – it’s a whole lot less messy that way!
I do have one regret, however. I used to love catfish. the catfish you get at the store is all “farm-grown” and lacks the flavor of “wild-caught”. (just as long as you can forget WHY the wild catfish tastes different, that is).
The kind of fishing practiced here where I live (New Mexico), is called “fly fishing” (though I’ve never seen anyone catch a fly).
You stand hip-deep in an icy river while appearing to beat the water to a froth with something called a “fly rod”.
Amazingly enough, these “fishermen” actually do manage to catch the occasional fish – I assume the said fish so caught died from laughing at the antics of the so-called fisherman – I can’t imagine any other explanation.
I grew up believing the family group above were fishing properly, though, I preferred a shady bank with a tree to lean against, myself. All my relatives were avid “worm drowners” so they kept mom and I in fish.
Personally, I prefer doing my fishing, these days at Kroger or Whole Foods – it’s a whole lot less messy that way!
I do have one regret, however. I used to love catfish. the catfish you get at the store is all “farm-grown” and lacks the flavor of “wild-caught”. (just as long as you can forget WHY the wild catfish tastes different, that is).