I grew up fishing along the Potomac River. My dad and I usually rented a boat at Belle Haven Marina and we'd motor out in search of fish. I remember my mom offering to fry up whatever we caught, but we rarely caught anything more than some father-son time, which, I guess, is more important than batter-dipped fillets.
I went fishing yesterday for the first time in about 7 years. I view fishing as sort of mid-level hunting, especially after I read an article about the psychological trauma and physical pain a fish goes through when hooked. I got several bites and managed to reel in a flounder. He was too small to keep. He wasn't a "keeper" so I tossed him back and had to come up with another plan for dinner.