Well, you have another bass fishing illiterate here again. MY brother and brother-in-law were both fishermen. They were trout fishermen, and I went once as a child to my BIL's cabin for a week. I trailed along behind him, but I think I just chased the trout away!
He showed me where he thought the big ones would hide, and why. I enjoyed the week, but never attempted to fish.
My brother bought a boat to go down to Deep Creek, and some deeper waters, (in Maryland, I believe,) but I was too frightened to join him, for fear that my little ones would fall overboard. I know that hurt his feelings, and that saddens me, because he died very young, and I idolized him. He had been in the Navy, and when he was very ill, he would often visit. He knew he wouldn't live long, and he had to talk with someone who knew how to hide the tears. When he thought noone was looking, he would stand and stare at the ship (wooden sailing ship, a frigate) on my mantle, and I knew what he was thinking.
I'm so glad you release the fish. My brother loved nature, but also loved to hunt, and I always wished that he had hunted with a camera. I believe his love for nature rubbed off on me. He was in his teens when I was born, and always asked me to watch nature programs with him. I did, only because I loved him so much, but it rubbed off. And when I became a mother, I had my children watch them with me.
What a wonderful world this is, so full of diversity and beauty. I'm glad you enjoy it! Wouldn't it be great to live in a place like Yosemite National Park and commune with nature? Of course, that would destroy its pristine wonder, and that would be a tragedy. Enjoy nature; you respect it!