"Fish carbon stablises our climate. The fish stirring warm water with lower cooler water cools our atmosphere. Commercial fishing is killing us. The United Nations reported on it in 2018."
"Empty oceans by 2048? Global fishing stocks collapse? What happens after that?"
Commercial fishing boats are death machines. Let us burn the image of the twee little boat of the advertisers. Let us grow up and see the reality of this industry for what it is.
Fishing, not climate change, is the major threat to many coral reefs around the globe. No fish poop, no coral food. Time to get real about the damage caused by this industry. Time to get real about the way we choose to eat as a species rather than doing this simply as individuals. Most people due to monetary concerns have less choice about the way they eat than we generally acknowledge. Without solutions that really work for everyone rather than pointless guilt trips we won't get the change our planet needs.
When fishing, the sun was the clock, keeping all the time we ever needed.
Fishing was my meditation. By sundown, or whenever I'd caught my fill, I'd had time to decompress, to come up for air, and fit for family life.
Lungs of fresh air and the sounds of nature, all set in as much space as any heart could ever ask for - those were our fishing days.
Fishing by day, pub by night - those were some of the best pages of our lives.
Everyone needs that feeling of "tribe" - even as tech savvy as we are. For me, that was the fishing guys, the men who stood on the pier with their banter, with their jokes.
Given the complexity of the nervous system of the fish, how they sense currents and move as one in a shoal, there is a high chance that they feel pain very exquisitely and fishing is their "hell." Can we make their hell sustainable? Is that even a question we should pose? Or can we start to respect life?