Fishing Rocks

Ok, ok, so some of what Chris said is true. We did feed the fish almost a kilo of prawns which we probably should have eaten ourselves, and I have to admit that vergin on the obsessive-compulsive about having clean hands, prawn head juice on your fingers isn't nice!.
BUT, fishing is like gambling. It has a similar appeal. You invest cash (on bait) and you don;t know whether you're going to catch something or not, but the thought that you might, keeps you hocked.
You think to yourself "This might be the one. This might be the prawn that catches a nice juicy tuna". So you kiss the prawn and throw it in the water full of the hope you've endowed upon it.
Also, when you do actually catch something it's equivalent to a slot machine emptying out on your lap.

Chris did act strangely when he caught his fish, but mixed in with the look of horror I saw definitive excitement in his eyes.
Fishing has the added benefit of extending our evenings out. I took Chris night fishing and he actually fought with me over casting the last prawn (I won, but this was a sign he was having a good time)

I think the appeal of fishing for us is very different to other fishermen's, whilst others stand still enjoying the relaxing atmosphere, Chris and I find most of our enjoyment in hocking and lobbing. We do both of these things at a staggering rate, the hock isn;t in the water for any longer than 30 seconds and it's usually being reeled in for another go at hocking and lobbing. Our casting is also unique, I either throw it 10 centimeters in front of me, or into the golf of Thailand, there is no in between! Actually the other day I accidentally threw it behind me and nearly caught an old couple going for a walk!
Chris did an awsome cast, he almost caught a bird mid-flight. So as you can see (not for traditional reasons) FISHING ROCKS!!!!!!

Sam