As a child, I was given a cast net. I taught myself how to throw it. The technique I developed involved holding a bottom section of the net in my teeth allowing me to relish the salty bay water. The bay only offered up so much bait, but it was enough. Some would get stuck in the net and could only be removed by being torn out, disembodied in the process. If lucky I would come out with three greenbacks in my bait bucket, they too would die with in the hour.