I do remember the feeling of catching that first whopper though. Adrenalin flowing way too fast to even keep up with the auctioneer-style sideline tips on how to reel the big guy in coming from over my shoulder. Oh, the pressure. Then, there it is dangling from the line. A moment of pride, quickly taken over by my own unexpected gasp at the sight and sound of "Whack!" Off went his head. Minutes later mother was offering up some fresh grilled fillets. Ugh! The poor guy. I'm wayyyy too sensitive for this sport.
My granddaughter, now three, recently caught her first fish. She was giddy with excitement. Even anxious to touch it and take a closer look. When the little guy finally took it's last breath she was right there taking it all in. I told her the little fishy must have went to sleep. Her explanation, "Nah grandma, he's just dead." So much for sensitivity.