When I say we, I mean he. He hunted and gathered. I tried. On Namhae Island on the South coast of Korea we had the chance to try fishing with our bare hands. That’s another lie, we were provided with thin, work gloves. Faced with the daunting task of racing a group of Koreans with experience fishing in this manner, the pressure was most certainly on. I quickly discovered that fish are not dissimilar to formula one drivers, they are astoundingly fast and very slimy. After hundreds of failed attempts, I admitted defeat and resorted to taking photographs while watching the chaos from the safety of a nearby rock.
While I was busy grasping at handfuls of water, he was on a roll. It started small with a couple of smaller fish making their way into our net. Then he picked out the catch of the day, a huge sashimi grade fish (to be eaten raw). Suddenly, all eyes were on the new American contender, who had put himself in the running for catching the biggest fish of the day. He had proved himself and proudly took his well earned place in the elite line of fish catchers.
An hour later we were eating the freshest fish we had ever tasted, sitting in the beautiful sunshine. We never did find out if his catch was the largest fish of the day but it didn’t matter. Tucking into the fish was satisfaction enough though. It tasted incredible, a real melt in your mouth kind of incredible. There is nothing like catching your lunch/watching it be caught yourself!