When I was about 10 years old, my dad took me on a "deep sea" fishing adventure while on a trip to Florida.
The ones where 68 people drop a line with a piece of shrimp straight down and wait for one of three breeds of fish to bite.
I'm not sure what fish it was, but when I pulled up the first one, it's eyes were bugged out of it's skull and it had no fight left. I wanted to return it to it's home, but the guide said, "your fish is dead, they all die". I noticed other fish being caught with their swim bladders sticking out of their mouths, and their eyes bugged our. I told my dad I didn't want to fish anymore. He said that was fine, we just looked at the scenery and had a tour of the boats engine and navigation system. That was FAR more interesting than exploding fish.
