I see a lot of fishermen from my boat on the Thames. I've noticed that a lot of them (not all) look bleeding miserable most of the time, and can add grumpy to their list of assets. I can only assume they don't enjoy what they're doing, and are only tolerating sitting in the mud in the cold and rain because it beats being indoors with the other half.
Occasionally I see some fishing with what might pass as their missus. Under these circumstances both look even more miserable.
I suppose it's the erosion of self worth borne of the masses of lager cans and other litter they leave behind them when they decide they've had enough of sitting in the rain, or the realisation that they've spent their savings on a mass of fishing paraphernalia that means they need a van and a team of sherpas just to get started.
Looks like a great a great pass time.