I don’t eat trout.
At least I haven’t for a long time. So long that I can’t even remember when the last time was.
I don’t like the taste of trout. I used to try to pretend like I did. Like I wasn’t a real fisherman unless I caught and cooked my prey. But I’m ok now to admit it.
Nowadays I’m catch and release.
Some make the argument that catching and releasing the fish is crueler than catching and killing. I firmly believe that the fish doesn’t like either method, but if an opinion could be obtained, the fish would prefer living.
I’m only happy to oblige.