You never can tell . . .

what fishing will be like.
There is always the anticipation that something will come into the boat.  The fish caught today went back to Tangaroa (God of sea) because they were too small or not good for eating.  The forester and his brother were out early on the ocean but it was not their day.   It's baked beans and eggs for tea. 

Lines in the water
Anticipating bounty
Tangaroa declines