Let patience have its perfect work.

And so it is with the sport of fishing.

Man versus animal – a game of wits.

The bigger the catch yields all the accolades and glitz.

Curse you fish fillet! How I wish I didn’t love you so.

How you were seduced and harvested, I’d rather not know.

A casted line and hooked wiggle worm, ready to pierce your mouth and watch you squirm.

Don’t fall for it Nemo, it’s a trap! Haven’t you seen this before?

Dori was lunch last week and you’re just the snack they’re looking for.

Lord, please make me a vegan as fast as you can.

I’d so rather be a fisher of men.