Fishing Is The Sport Of Drowning Worms

It was somewhat of a lazy day. Ares rolled out of bed around noon, the sun was bright overhead and not a cloud in the sky when he came out of his den. The Saxe male made his way down towards the water, feeling hungry and on a mission today to satiate that, and what better breakfast than fish? They were abundant here! And while he normally stuck to waiting patiently in the shallows, he figured he oughta try his paw at something different. Actual fishing. He had no idea how to do it, but after watching and talking to a rogue fisherman down by the river, it was something he wanted to try for himself. There was work to be done beforehand, of course, and knowing that there was plenty of material that often washed up on their shores and probably a ton more that was scattered about the sands, he set about searching for what he'd need. A sturdy but flexible stick to act as a pole, some sort of line probably, something to catch the fish, and of course, bait!