Man I used to fish every day I had off, me and my buddy. Just Bass, nothing else. They ate for shit so we would catch and release. We waded and mucked around every lake around here, some huge rezs too. Sometimes we'd sneak a boat in lol, small skiff and a 9.9 Evin or trolling motor, we'd carry that with a battery a mile or two in the woods. Guerilla fishing idiots really. But, we must got near the state record a few times with a couple 10s and 11s, and I landed a 12. Fish would swallow your arm almost up to the bicep.
Of course we drank a 30 rack each by the end of it, and the walk back with the boat would yield some interesting impediments. We did want to start our own cable show (jokingly) called Fishing Lines! With an excalmation point, and and advisory to double wrap all powders and pills.
I used to get paid to drink wine at this family owned seafood chain I worked at for a while. Big list and I was a talky drunk so it was a great fit. But I did done wore that stuff out for myself. Gave it up 15 years ago, and I don't miss it at all. I cook with it and it's in the house, but I just don't touch it otherwise. I always thought I had to pay for something I did wrong in life - so I would just drink and pick the one of biggest dudes at the bar to start a fight with. I'm about 5'11 160 lol, so not an imposing figure at all, and lots took the bait. That gets old, but I got some fish stories for sure. Just let me have my pot, we gotta stay on those fuckers so they don't backtrack on culti rights.