For myself, I have only seriously fished once, off rocks in Cape Town. My big brother baited my line, threw it out, handed it to me, I held it for ages, it twitched, I told my brother, he identified it as a big fish, reeled it in, killed it and gutted it. We took it home, the only catch of the day, and had it for supper, I think it was a galjoen. I was feted by all and sundry, to my brother's outright disgust. Anyone else have any fishing-related memories to share?