That's right. Fishing really, really wasn't for everyone. Fishing was especially not for those who might eschew the typical practice of fishing. You know, the one where you would use a fishing pole. A good example of that being exactly what would happen just before Yuna might begin to drift away to other places.

From out on the docks came an mild uproar, mostly of surprised shouting and people scrambling back to avoid something. All of that was punctuated by a great fish, about the size of a man, being swung up onto the nearby dock, landing with a loud slap of scales against the planks. That would have been the something being avoided. Clambering on up right after it, a fairly burly fellow, absolutely soaked through but grinning nonetheless. Not that the grin would last for long, when a moogle in little glasses and the officials running the tournament flocked over. From there on, it would sound like they were scolding him, not congratulating! To which he could only reply:

"Whaaat? What do you mean disqualified? You don't need a fishing pole to catch a fish!"

The moogle in glasses waved his arms in the air, frantic, all but shouting back, "Yes, you do! It's in the rules! I told you to read them first, but you just had to go and dive in!"