Tony never eats fish. This is not because he is allergic(过敏) to fish as food. He simply does not like the taste of it. You may not think this quite surprising, until I tell you that he has been a fisherman of one kind or another for most of his life.

    At first, fishing was just a hobby. He used to sit on the river bank with his fishing rod(鱼竿) in his hand, waiting to feel the pull on the line. It meant a fish was trying to get the food from the hook(鱼钩). He wound(收回) the line as soon as possible and took the hook from the fish's mouth, recorded its size in a notebook, then threw it back into the water.

    Later, he used to go to sea on his friend's fishing boat. Instead of throwing back the fish they caught, his friend took them home, where his wife cooked them or put them in the fridge for future meals.

    Finally, Tony took a job on a large fishing boat. In their huge nets, they caught many fish at a time. Every time Tony found some small fish in the nets, he would say to himself: “How poor you are!” Again, Tony threw the small fish back into the sea.