Does anyone do a spot of fishing on here?

No, but I've always wanted to. Ex FiL was going to take me but never got round to it after he bought his boat. I think my problem would be that I'd want to enjoy the fruits of my labours so to speak and eat them. All the people I know who fish throw them back in

So what's the point?

Exactly my point!! If I'm going to sit for hours waiting for one of the little buggers to bite, I'm damn sure I'm going to enjoy the end result! You can't beat fresh fish, and if you've caught it, killed it, gutted it and cooked it yourself, surely that must be the ultimate in fresh fish.

went fishing last saturday. i sat reading in sun while jon fished got 4 good sized rainbow trout had one for tea mmmm lovely

rainbow trout is divine!

When we were down in Abersoch few years back,we would catch mackerel,gut it and cook it on the beach. Can't beat it.
Oh and throw the guts to the dogs!

I see lots of fish guts on the beach that the fishermen have thrown out and the gulls love it. Tarot has a soft spot for them too - not sure if she prefers to eat them or roll in them though

I go fishing at New Brighton when the sun is shining.

Are the fish in the River Misery safe to eat Tatey?

Don't think a true fisherman is bothered,they only throw them back!

Although I have eaten my catch on occasions, the real thrill is the challenge of catching the fish, the joy of being there, the peace and tranquility as you quietly sit and ponder your next move. The delight as a wild animal scampers into view, oblivious of your presence, or a bird lands on your rod and uses it for a temporary perch. The heart stopping moment as a leviathan slowly surfaces in your swim and almost but not quite, slurps your bait into its cavernous mouth. Then with a flick of its tail it's gone and you spend the next half hour waiting like a coiled spring for it to return.
Fishing for me has never been about numbers caught or personal best fish. It's about fulfilling a need to be there, that has existed within me for as long as I can remember. After enjoying catching a fish, it's a pleasure to admire it and slip it gently back into the water.
I can still remember the magic of my first fishing trips almost 60 years ago.

Imagine walking across a field as you head towards the bank of a lake or a river, spin-drift suspended between blades of grass catching the first rays of the sun. A slight mist rising from the ground giving a feeling of mystery and promise to the day ahead.
There is nothing to compare.