I interviewed for a tug skipper's position on the Columbia way back when. Pretty part of the country. Got to do a little fishin' and really enjoyed it. Totally different than chasing freshwater fish in the impoundments in the South or sticking a big Marlin down off Venezuela. In the end it just doesn't matter to me what I'm fishing for. From bream to sails to grouper to redfish to snook to crappie to striper to trout to dolphin to wahoo to snapper to hybrids to shellcracker. It just doesn't matter as long as I'm fishin'!
The most fun I've had in a decade was this Spring when our shellcracker and bream went on the beds. I took all four of my granddaughters out after them and we had a blast! I mean I was steppin' and fetchin' baiting hooks and taking fish off. Whew! The two older ones could hook a cricket with the best of them but the little ones haven't figured it out yet. Man was I laughing my keester off. They were just sooooo serious about catching an Igloo full of panfish. He-he! Even when it came time for cleaning (for hours) they stepped right up and did their share.
When it came eating time you had to keep your hands and fingers out of the way for safety's sake! Ha!
Fishing isn't life. It's more important than that!