I eat trout. I catch them on a fly, grab ‘em in my dry hands, hit ‘em over the head with a rock, and stick the things on a stringer until I leave the water.
Such behavior is heresy in today’s catch-and-release culture, especially coming from a fly fisherman. Just a few weeks ago, I left a lake with my full limit of trout slung over my shoulder, only to be greeted by sneers and a few choice words from fellow fly flingers. I shrugged it off, knowing they wouldn’t be eating as well that night as I would be.