Fishing Sucks

Walking to the beach with my 'Hawk Striker' rod in hand i hoped that I hated fishing. I have always looked at fishing as dull, people who fish on the banks of the thames just looked bored sucking on maggots.
I hadn't a clue about fishing, how to cast, how to hook bait, how to catch a fish, or how the hell the rod works.
So we found a spot atleast 100 meters away from anyone under 5 years of age, and turned on my Hawk Striker (yes - it does have an on/off switch, anyone know why?). I took a run up than whipped the end of the rod as hard as possible. The hook landed about 3 meters away, then 1 second passed before a fish swam up, ate the prawn, and swam off not forgetting the 'flyby jump out of the water to really take the piss' on his way back out to sea.
After 3 hours of this i decided to sack it off and go for a surf....but not before one last go. I cast rod, felt a bite, flipped my wrists and caught a WHOPPER, it was massive, i reeled it in, then just before yanking it from the sea i realised I had NO idea what to do next. I paniced, screaming like a girl at the sqirming breem infront of me I called to the Aussie guy next to us to help me. He runs over, unhooks it and passes it me for a photo. I lobbed it back in not wishing to add to my life time kill list of a small bird, and a wombat.
I went for a surf to recover, and came back after 2 hours to find my wife still at it! She clearly has the bug and loves it, but to me fishing always did and always will suck, i can happily now run down the river, trip over a fishermans rod and not run off wondering what he has caught.
Laters
Chris
P.S In the time that I left Sam fishing and came back, it had rained and thundered. Insane.