I grew up in the summers on the New England seashore. When I was a teenager, I went fishing one time. When I saw the suffering of those poor fish when I pulled them out of the water I felt sick to myself and I never did it again. That day was really profoundly disturbing for me. It seared in my memory, and I felt so terrible for those fish. I have never understood how anybody could continue to fish. The hooks and the suffocating. These animals have feelings and they want to live, and anybody who fishes is denying all of that. Have a heart people.