Fishing is really hard but it's nowhere near as tough as playing pool WELL.
Regardless of what anyone says, all things being equal (equipment, etc), anyone is allowed to catch more fish than the next guy on any given day.
I have a friend who devoted his life to fishing before he became disabled. He was a very, very strong fisherman -- knew everything about everything - and every possible variable and every technique.
One day, he accidentally caught his treble hook into his sweat pants and while he was carefully trying to unhook his lure from his pants, I caught 3 monster Godzilla-like bass....one right after the next.
Of COURSE, the moment I hooked each fish, I REALLY played it up....letting the fish take line out.....reeling it in....letting the fish take it out....reeling it in..... basically, I acted like I needed a "FIGHTING CHAIR" with some hot chick to pour water over my over-heated reel in order to get each of these fat-azzes landed.
He got SO enraged, he lost his temper and ripped the treble hook from his sweat pants by yanking the line and two of the treble hooks embedded in the palm of his hand (the thumb pad of his palm). The hooks were DEEEEEEEEEP. He was totally screwed.
As any good friend would do, I reeled-in my lizard and took a good look at his hand. I basically told him we needed to go to the emergency room ASAP because he's 100% going to need that surgically removed and a tetanus shot to boot. Red faced and pissed, he flat-out refused and pulled out a pocket knife and started to cut at his palm, trying to dig it out.
At that point, I figured F-IT, fish are biting....and went back to casting. I caught one more bass and .... you guessed it.... made sure I took 5 mins to reel that puppy in. Once I landed the 4th bass, he flat-out "carved" a deep trench around the hook and cut through the muscle and freed his hand.
Blood was pumping from his palm as he fished with his off-hand until he caught 4 bass himself (prob the same I just released... we were prob casting over some nests or something). Only then would he agree to leave --- he didn't want to leave unless he was at least even. I didn't catch any more for the rest of that session, as my luck had ended.
The point of me telling this story is that I'm a total fuggin' RETARD when it comes to fishing. I can hardly tie a lure on right and I have NO CLUE which lure to use during which seasons or weather patterns. I have NO CLUE how to work the lure -- I just twiched it randomly, pretty much.
Many times, I'd hit some sea weed plant and think I had a monster fish so I'd YANK the rod trying to set the hook (on the plant) and the damn lizard would fire out of the water and go sailing above us. We didn't lose any eyes, so that's good.
I think that's what compelled him to not let me leave without him "catching-up" because he KNEW I'd tell the world that I kicked his teeth-in at fishing and I don't even fish....literally...at ALL....ever. He had to lend me one of his "bad" rods and I used one of his chewed-up lures.
It's my humble opinion that all things being equal (equipment, etc), fishing is like poker. ANYONE is allowed to beat the top guy on earth for a single session if his luck runs perfectly. If cards flow my way, I'll bust Phil Hellmuth in a single heads-up session. I'm a mega-big underdog, but if the cards come and I suck out and make a few correct decisions, you never know -- I might have to fade his crying afterwards.
In pool, there's literally ZERO CHANCE that a "random non-pool player" can beat the top guy in the world regardless of how his luck runs.
You can skull-hook a fish.... you can't skull-hook a 7-pack while trying to beat a pro in a race to 15.
Just sayin'.