We taught ourselves to fish as 5 year olds using sticks and string we'd loot out of random piles of garbage (its South Louisiana, every yard has at least once pile of garbage). "Nigga poles" as everyone called them. Not incredibly sturdy or capable of much, but we'd still manage to catch smaller catfish and other random bayou critters. At least one a day with a few hours of work and no bait.

Literally the easiest shit in the world to do, unless you've decided to live somewhere where there aren't any fucking fish. And we had no reason to do it but boredom, as we only went through the effort of eating them like 3 times (mostly because catfish tastes like fucking trash). With hunger as a motivator, we'd probably have a much bigger haul daily.

Point being, fuck you starve. If I'm fishing I'll have the necessary knives on me to sort out any "counting".