A while back, you saw Dick trolling in the dinghy with no luck. He thought he needed a different lure, which he bought. In the evenings and mornings, fish continued to roll around the boat, mocking him, they would not be caught by him. Since fish are allowed to do that, it just made him want to go out and get one.
The next attempt was fishing off the stern. He called it jigging: move the pole slowly side to side, bouncing the lure. The fish were not impressed and completely ignored him.
He bought a small package of fish collars and tried again. Very quickly, he hooked a fish, but it was too big for his gear. It broke the line, and “ran away,” the hook and the bait in its mouth, towing a $4 weight. You know how losing the weight would bother him. Dick now understands why local people use spark plugs or pieces of lava with a hole drilled through as weights. For the next hour, Dick fretted about the poor fish that jumped around for an hour trying to get the hook out of his mouth.
The next day, he bought heavier line and a net, but hasn’t attempted to fish again. Good thing, his bait had already disappeared (I wonder who threw it away), a gift of food for all who remained in the waters beneath our boat.