Today I googled it. This was the first thing that came up. Sounded like it might be kind of fun (for a vegan) to read, but it wasn’t. Made me sad, actually. I had forgotten there was a thing called catch and release and that it made some people feel better about fishing.
I don’t think often or deeply about animal rights. I pretty much stop with the golden rule. In the context of catch and release fishing, it probably isn’t persuasive to people who fish to ask would you want to be hooked, hauled somewhere you didn’t mean to go and then released. They’d say something along the lines of “fish don’t feel pain the same way we do. They have a different physiology.” I don’t know. They don’t know. Impasse?
How about another road? Instead of catching people with hooks, let’s use the example of express kidnappings. Seems like a pretty good parallel to me–the victim isn’t often hurt and the kidnappers don’t get a whole bunch of money, so where is the harm? Sure, the victim is rattled and maybe out of breath, but they are soon on their way.
Scientists will continue to
torture inconvenience animals to answer this question and so many others, but I can stop with the golden rule.
Hey Dad. Don’t take this the wrong way. I loved fishing with you. One of my best memories. We were who we were. Today? I’d love to make tamales with you. Something tells me you may have encountered tamales as a kid in Oklahoma. Either way, let’s make tamales together soon.
Time to do laundry. Have a good one.