Improve fishing? Bring it indoors, get rid of lines

It had been nearly 20 years since I last went fishing and now I know why.

I am not the world's worst fisherman. That would be an insult to the world's worst fisherman.

I am the worst of the worst.

The cream of the cream.

The poster child for how not to fish.

It started out as a valiant effort last Friday after work. Luke, our photographer, was heading to the Upper Lake for a few leisurely hours of fishing. I asked to join him.

It was a brisk 50-degree afternoon by the lake. The winds were Herculean, shoving my 160-pound frame around the banks like it was a defensive tackle and I was the punter...