I don't fish. Well once when I was eight I got to go with a YMCA day camp. We used marshmallows as bait. That's a pretty good indication of my fishing abilities. Being from Montana, however, fishing is a pretty big deal to everyone else. Especially here in Missoula. It seems the nearly every day people I serve are either coming or going fishing. As such, a fishing receipt is pretty much a given.
While I am not an amazing fisherman, my name apparently is. Check out my name (if I hadn't clone stamped it - go PhotoShop) and its masterful ability with a rod and reel. That fishy is certainly a doozy - a million pounds at least.