I say that because even when I was little, I was a tireless fisherman. A few hours was never good enough. I wanted to be there all day. Now, my dad was a trooper, but when he decided it was time for a nap or lunch, we were done. But mom would bait hooks, take sunfish off the line, cut squid, and help me fill buckets with crabs and minnows and snails from sun up to sun down. In fact, we would rent a house at the Jersey Shore for two weeks every summer and never spend a single day on the beach, because I insisted on spending every waking hour at a dirty bulkhead on the bay catching snapper bluefish and blueclaw crabs. Mom diligently packed up the tackle at the end of each day, boiled up my crabs, and did it all again at an unGodly hour the next morning.