I have friends who remember seeing fish hauled onto a boat's deck and beaten to death.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In Salford, we had fish in our tap water. I remember, one hot summer day, running to the toilet at playtime and dunking our heads in a sink full of water. I remember putting my head in and seeing all these little fish in it.
There were a few youthful fishing trips, but I never enjoyed the experiences, partly because I didn't like hurting the bait.
I used to hunt and fish.
I was a hunter and fisherman, and many a time I have slipped out into the woods and prairies at 4 a.m. and brought home plenty of game, or have gone in a canoe to the cove and brought back a good supply of fresh fish.
I began cutting up fish when I was a little kid.
I had to work on a Marlin boat, like gutting fish, like as the bait boy.
I remember dawn coming up over the Strait of Malacca; ragamuffin kids on the dock in Sumatra laughing as they pelted us with bananas; collecting dead flying fish off the deck and bringing them to our sweet, fat, toothless Danish cook to fry up for breakfast.
From birth to death, anyone can fish. I just think it's fantastic to see old people going fishing with young people and teaching them things. I'm very, very critical.
I have never played anything live - except for a few special occasions - from 'Fish Out of Water.'
Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.