Ray F. Pollard wrote an essay called Country Fishing in Along the Country Road (Press of The Cobleskill Times, 1941),
The author quotes three people.
The first one says:
For the best part of fishing is the thinking about it, and a fish more or less is no matter.
Fishing is the choicest way there is on a a hot day for not doing anything else.
A farmer who likes the sport says:
To me a full creel of fish is not the main pleasure to be derived from a fishing trip."
Usual fishing places are surrounded with many of the beauties of nature, and the fisherman who fails to store up in the pages of memory's notebook the happy incidents and the beauties of nature as seen and heard, has not has a successful fishing trip, although he may return with a full creel.
And Irving Bacheller says:
What have I not suffered because of my hereditary longing for fish?
I have been mired and soaked and half drowned.
I have carried boats and heavy packs over mountains with blistered feet beneath me.
I have toiled all day and fought mosquitos all night; I have suffered black flies until the back of my neck was covered with clotted blood.
These mitigations kept me aware, in the midst of my joy, that I was till on earth and human.
The author concludes:
Country fishing is a common sport for a good many common country folks.
It's one that doesn't get away.
This writer posits:
Photographing may be more important than "catching" a "big" photograph.
If you missed the great photograph—you've still had fun.