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Perhaps that's what those fish think. Who are we to deny them that pleasure?
How would you feel if aliens suddenly appeared in your house, chopped your feet off at the ankles, teleported you up to their mothership, stuck your leg stumps on stakes in a vat full of blood, and draped you with tacky flashing lights while you died slowly for the next month?
- and sadly some just wastefully live to fish.
How would you feel if crickets suddenly pulled you out of the nail salon as you were getting your nails manicured and painted, and then you were suddenly drowned in boiling water and then thrown into a stir-fry and consumed?
A. Catching them just for simple leisure/pleasure and then throwing them back.
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B. Catching them and then actually eating them to stay alive.
I'd much prefer to do B. Fish to live...
but it's just quicker & easier to buy some good wild caught at a store or have some at a nice restaurant.