I’m a vegetarian. I also fish. This is a fairly contradictory combination. Therefore, an explanation:
In the fall of 2006, my dad was dealing with a number of health issues. Without surgery he would eventually succumb to them as his quality of life dwindled further. When visiting him in the hospital, he asked if I would go fishing with him when he got better. I said that I would, and I was actually looking forward to it. At the time I hadn’t fished since I was a kid, when I hated fishing.
My dad passed away 5 years ago today. I fish because he can’t.