I once spent a full weekend carp fishing with an ex bf.
Nothing to it, sit in the tent all day, drink beer and wait for the bite alarms to start buzzing.
I tried to reel one in but I did it wrong and the fishing wire snapped.
So endeth my first and only (I hope) fishing trip.
The fishing part was a bit rubbish, but the rest was ok
I do remember it rained a lot so I hardly came out of the tent. Ended up feeling really grimy. It was a bit like a good music festival without the music, you know tents and stuff, eating pot noodles and peeing in the grass.
I won't knock anyone who goes fishing because those that do obviously derive a lot of pleasure from it, but it's not for me. Still, I gave it a go. Gotta try everything once I suppose.