These are my father's hands. They are the hands that taught me to fish. These hands baited hooks, cast out lines, and removed the catch until I was old enough to do it myself. They applauded me when I could occasionally "outfish" them in the sun of the ocean surf.
These hands taught others to fish by silently setting the hook and then handing the rod (and fish) over to someone's child so that they could feel the fish tug and "make a great catch."
These hands still work magic when rod and reel are in their grasp.
These hands have never needed to tell a "fish tale."
Now these folks are full of fish tales: