This triggers my thought of a bald eagle swooping down to grasp a fish in its talons; flying up into a nest to feed the young. The thought of a grizzly bear catching a salmon on its way to spawn for food also comes to mind.
For some reason, chickens and cows come to mind, too.
I like my fish fried, grilled, poached, blackened, baked, broiled, and cooked just about every way imagineable. Some fish I like this way and some that way. Fishing is a blessing to me. Catching a fish is a blessing to me. Eating a fish is a blessing to me. A blessing to me is something I am allowed to partake in, not merely something I receive. Everything is not for everyone, I suppose.
I give thanks for the fish I catch as they are caught for food. I would much rather eat the freah fish or fresh-frozen fish I catch than store-bought fish.
Now I'm off for some shrimp we caught casting last season; this thread made me hungry.