Years of research and investigation and hard work and, well, actually, 4 days of trial and error not knowing what the hell I was doing and I caught my first fish. Not sure what made me thing “sea fishing ought to be a giggle” but something did and I’ve been going rather frequently. And yes, on only my 4th visit, I wrestled to the death* with a prize specimen of a Pollack.
Actually it was probably a baby, weighing less a lb and was a complete fluke because it was quite dark and I couldn’t see the float. But still, a fish is a fish. I’ll be poaching 10lb Bass before you know it.
* In fact, neither of us died. I took pity on the poor little blighter and put him back to fight another day.