My brother is a magician when it comes to catching fish. He just has to appear with a line in hand and the fish start to queue up to jump on his hook, biggest ones first. As kids our Dad took us out in a little dinghy at day-break to fish. I caught blow-fish while Dad and Bro caught breakfast.
My own family regularly had holidays at Moore River north of Perth and one year Bro came up and we went fishing on the bank of the river. We stood away from the main group of anglers and soon Bro was pulling in fish – sweet bream. The other anglers moved closer to us until Bro was feeling crowded and we moved to where they had been. He continued to pull them in, throwing back anything not plate size, while they continued to try and work out how he was doing it.
Well, it seems you have to have the right family genes. While searching newspapers from the UK via my membership of the National Library of Australia, I came across this gem.

Evidence of fishy genes
Mr. F. C. Hatfield is our Great Grandfather. Now it all makes sense. There is a fishy gene in our family and Bro got it!
National Library of Australia eResources are at: http://www.nla.gov.au/app/eresources/. Instructions on how to become a member are there too.
At least you were able to catch something. When I went fishing I would try all day with no results while everyone else was reeling them in. I would give up and cast a line out and just read a book.
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Sadly I didn’t get the fishy gene. I think Bro got my share as well as his. So like you, I would throw a line in and then enjoy the beauty of the day and the pleasure of the company.
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