I use the term fishing loosely. I mean, I think we say it because it makes us feel better. What is more accurate is: Trapping.
We fish in Salt Marshes. They're full of mud, crabs, more mud, mussels and other things that go CRUNCH or SQUISH under your feet. There are usually little creeks that run through the grass that completely dry out on the low tide.
We take little wire cages that have inward pointing cones--fish can swim in, but they can't swim out! mwahahahahaha--fill them with Gravy Train (it makes its own gravy!) and throw the traps in when the creek is dry. As the tide starts coming in, and the fish start coming back up the creeks to find their dinner/breakfast they're confronted with the delicious scent of horse/cow/pig parts in their own gravy and they swim right in happily.
So in a nutshell it's like this:
Stomp out through marsh, maybe get stuck once or twice while repeating loudly to yourself "oh my God don't get stuck, don't get stuck don't get stuck". Throw traps into water/dry creek bed. Wait an hour. (Unless you're with dlc, then you check the traps every 4 minutes, because you can't help yourself). Stomp back out, get stuck, try to find traps, dump fish into buckets, stomp back to van. Then you're done!
We keep the fish in plastic garbage bags (bin liners to you Brits) inside Rubbermade tubs and stack them in the back of the van. They can stay viable like this for over a week with nothing but air to keep them going (and perhaps smaller snack sized fish...)
