Yesterday, I gathered up the "Ugly Stick" fishing rod my younger son gave me for my birthday and the two of us went fishing. I don't care much for hurting or disturbing other critters for some personal satisfaction, but the company was good and the day was beautiful and I was willing to commit a crime.
It was a nice, if disproportionately tiring, outing, probably the last of its kind I will ever make.
For my own purposes, the adventure left me feeling that there was nothing wrong with fishing as long as you didn't have to catch any fish.
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