There is a fine line between fishing and standing at the shore with a rod in hand and looking like an idiot. I have come to appreciate the quest, solitude and desire to catch a fish. 

You breathe in a new day, experience amazing colors at sunrise and sunset, open a bail of a rod and throw forward a shiny lure or tasty bait to kiss the ocean.  It is the excitement of a strike that keeps you coming back.

It is not an easy exercise. You need the correct bait (catching sand fleas above), the right tide, technique and equipment to feel and catch a silvery flash on your line. It helps to have a good teacher–a master in reeling in predator and prey. 

Most important, it is a way to enjoy the great outdoors, seek solitude and share stories–fish against man as if you wrote the script to The Old Man and the Sea.  If you get it right, it is fun.