Young J’s been fishing only twice
And, first time, thought it rather nice
As only one to catch a fish,
Though not as large as she would wish;
Her second time, it came today:
Again, an only-catch display,
But this time, from the waters raised
Black bass that left us all amazed!
And should her fishing tale she tell,
She has the proof to back it well!
She is only four, so she was assisted with the cast. However, she trailed the lure, hooked the fish, and managed to bring it in quite far before it got too much for her and two adults assisted. The fish was released and swam off at speed. Catch and release is the policy at Rain Farm, where her success came in an area which soon after we left (as we could see from a vantage point above) was occupied by a group of giraffes. A great place for a visit, of which more in a post or posts to come.
The friends who lent her the rod were astounded – they have yet to catch one of that size!
On the subject of fishing for sport – I used to like casting a spinner from the rocks in order to catch breakfast, but have never really taken to watching a line trailing into the water for hours on end, or to flinging false flies at fish for fun. Also, I have developed scruples about causing suffering to fish generally, so – no – I am not a fisherman. Having said that, I have to acknowledge that fish like the one pictured would not exist were it not for the fact that they attract anglers and anglers attract people who would like to make a profit out of attracting anglers. The fact that many of the fish have to go through the occasional ordeal at least contributes to their continued existence.
If, indeed, numbers are sustainably caught for the frying pan, then the rule of predator/prey comes in as part of the natural order of things. Living things sustain themselves by exploiting other living things: insect, animal, or vegetable. Is cutting a fish off in its prime any worse than doing the same to a healthy lettuce? That begs the question of where sentience begins and ends …