The Last Fish

When I was a child, I was taught that killing fish was supposed to be relaxing. It was a time to bond with family and friends; a game, or rather a sport, called ďfishingĒ. Thankfully this lesson didnít stick and even before I became vegetarian and then vegan, I realized that any activity that ends in watching another animal die cannot be called a game or sport; for any true sport requires all players to be willing participants.

The memory I have pieced together from the last time I ever caught a fish is this:

My family and I were in Montana visiting relatives. And as we did almost every time we went back, we decided to go fishing with my grandparents and cousins. We started the day early, perched next to a clear stream hoping to catch a fish for dinner before the warm summer sun cooked us instead.

My father took out a Styrofoam container of earthworms from the local tack shop and baited the hook of my fishing pole for me. I watched him dig the barbed metal in and out of the earthwormís body, ensuring that as this worm struggled against the hook, slowly drowning underwater, it would not free itself and float away.

My father cast out the line for me and let it drift into a hole near the bank, which was bathed in shade. This, he said, is where the fish were probably hiding. He handed the pole to me and I waited with my cousin, as the earthworm drowned nearby. I donít remember how many worms or how much time it took, but suddenly the line tugged, and we reeled in my first and last fish of the day.

It was a small rainbow trout. As I held her, her iridescent skin glistened in the light. She was cold, slimy and beautiful. I looked up at my father, knowing that this was a moment I should be proud of. He pulled the hook out of her bleeding lip, so that my small fingers would be spared the chance of catching on the hookís barb. I remember wanting to throw her backÖ perhaps Iíve added that detail to my memory as wishful thinking. Either way, although smaller than we would normally keep, she was too badly hurt to return to the water.

Even then she was still fighting as she suffocated in the air so we brought her life to an end, unceremoniously, her head against a nearby rock. We added her body onto the string we were carrying with a number of other fish that had been caught and killed. The string was threaded through her mouth and out one of her gills, now motionless. †As we began to walk back to the car my cousin held the line of fish, swinging it as she went. It was all part of the ďgameĒ. But the gills of my small fish could not handle the motion and tore open, sending her flying from the line back into the water, where her body quickly disappeared with the current. †I was saved from eating her.

I hated eating the fish we caught. I hated the sight of my father slitting their bellies open and watching their organs spill out. Hated their eyes looking up at me from my plate. These and the crabs that we played with and then boiled alive are the only animals I ever watched die before me.

Even now, although I would never call the killing or maiming of any sentient being a sport or family fun, in me there is still the child that didnít want to hurt my fatherís feelings by condemning these activities. He was sharing his childhood with me on these trips, the beauty of the land and the socially accepted cruelty of fishing all wrapped up into one confusing picture. I loved sitting next to the winding streams and daydreaming, but cringed at watching the fish die. Just as I loved and still love the true gentleness at my fatherís core and hope someday that his carnivorous ways will be a thing of the past.

We all have our own programing to overcome. And for some, having empathy and compassion for the sentient beings that live underwater seems far too great a task. For it is often through the love and affection that non-human animals give us that we open ourselves to loving them back. Even though a fish may not wag its tail at your touch, a crab purr with pleasure at a scratch behind the leg or a squid sigh with delight at a belly rub, these sentient beings have the same right to life and liberty as their land-based counterparts.

As we widen our circle of compassion beyond our family, friends and the human race, let us remember the crustaceans, invertebrates and animals that are being caged, netted, hooked and dragged from their watery existence into our foreign and often suffocating world. Those who find themselves gawked at in glass tanks, their bodies mounted on walls or displayed in the supermarketís glass coffins. Let us not forget them, or call their deaths merely sport.

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Nina S.
Nina S1 years ago


Miss RJ
Past Member 4 years ago

Thank you for sharing your story! I'm so happy that you're now vegan! You're an awesome human being for realizing what you were doing was wrong and making a change! People like you bring hope, really!

Jude Arsenault
Jude Arsenault4 years ago

it's cruel and's only a so called sport to cowards and sadists

william n.
will n4 years ago

This story reminds me of my first [ and last ] experience of fishing when I was a child . My fish had swallowed the hook and a fisherman "retrieved" the hook . That ended my days of fishing , thinking there and then , the pain and cruelty inflicted on an innocent creature was not my idea of "sport" .

Susan Kalev
Susan Kalev4 years ago

I agree that it is so cruel to exploit these peaceful sea creatures.
We no longer need to hunt and fish to feed ourselves.
people need to know the violence inherent in providing our food supply.

Mary Finelli
Mary Finelli4 years ago

Wonderful article, thank you very much for it. Fish are sentient beings, as science has shown. They constitute the largest category of exploited animals, and arguably suffer the worst abuses. Yet, fish receive the least concern, even from the animal protection community.

Fish Feel is the sole organization devoted exclusively to promoting the recognition of fish as sentient beings deserving of respect and protection. We invite everyone to share their story of how they came to realize that fish are sentient, or relate that they have always intuitively know it, on our website: We hope yo uwill also visit the rest of the website, and Like the Fish Feel Facebook page: Please join us in advocating for fish, they so desperately need all of the help we can give them.

Mary Finelli
President, Fish Feel

Maria A.
Past Member 4 years ago

Thank you.

Batya B.
Batya B4 years ago

The pastoral scene of people fishing is a huge disguise for one of the cruelest activities perpetrated by humans upon other creatures. Not only is it cruel, it is devious, sneaky and unfair. The bait hiding the awful hook is a sickening manifestation of the cruel and brutal nature of humans who, self-righteously, convince themselves that they are doing something benign. It is not benign, it is the worst kind of horror for other beings.

dennis T4 years ago

Of all the horrible things humans do to animals if there's anyting more cruel or sadistic then fishing I don't want to know about it.....

Terry V.
Terry V4 years ago