I see that. Everything I learned about fish was at the Fresh Water Fish Display at Cabela’s, LOL!
No, I had a loving Grandpa who took me fishing. And I had to bait my own hook, and I had to clean my own fish, and I got to help cook them. Friday Night at Big Silver Lake was ALWAYS a Fish Fry. Then later, Ice Cream! Yay!
I also had to learn the common name AND the Latin/Genus for whatever fish I caught. (Yellow Perch, Sunfish, Pumpkinseed, Bluegill.)
And if he had to yell at me for something dumb I did - “Get your hook baited and get it back in the water! They’re biting! They’re not just gonna JUMP into the boat!” just remember:
There’s No Crying In Fishing!
And he and Dad taught me to play Cribbage when I was four and could hold my hand of cards properly and count/add to 31.
Likewise: There’s No Crying In Cribbage!