"The Spanish boatmen will take you out to fish for them for a dollar a day... It is a back-sickening, sinew straining, man-sized job... but if you land a big tuna after a six-hour fight, fight him man against fish when your muscles are nauseated with the unceasing strain, and finally bring him up alongside the boat, green-blue and silver in the lazy ocean, you will be purified..."- Ernest Hemingway.
I am at the beach, fishing today and suddenly Hemingway's words came up to my mind.
