We fished there a lot, the family of little me, during the years while I grew up.
They fished there. I never liked the idea of catching a fish. I didn't even like the idea that fish were in the water close enough to nibble on the baited hooks they threw.
I did love to cast though. My line ended with an iron "sinker" that hit the water just like a period ends a sentence. Plop. Sometimes my dad would attach a "bob float". That little red white ball was one of my favorite things in the tackle box. When you pushed down a little top button, oh so very carefully, a tiny golden candy cane arose to nab your line and disappear. I thought they were the smartest design ever and wondered why the Christmas tree baubles weren't made the same way.
I loved to stand with my family and cast my line (while sometimes dodging my brothers' shenanigans).
I loved to sit very still and listen to the waves and the birds and watch my family fish.
*HBDT my older brother who would have been 61