having spent alot of my childhood poaching trout from the local rich bastige's estate (we would hide in the reeds with homemade bows and bamboo spears, and wait for them for hours and hours untill the moment was right) we built up a huge respect for our semi-retarded prey.
i would have just thrown these poor buggers back in, they are obviously in some kind of mating ritual or something.
there is something about hunting your prey with weapons you made from the river bank, and stalkin an underwater creature in its own natural environment that breeds a huge mutual respect.
i truly feel sorry for thses fish, drowning in the boat as the fat guy laughs.
I hope he eats every last one. we would kill to eat a nice trout dinner cooked in a fire inn the woods, not for the sport.
edit: but in truth i was pissing my self laughing when i watched that
