I like fishing. My husband hates it. I like camping. My husband hates it. So I don't get to go at all.
Once when I was a teenager, my boyfriend and his friend brought me and his friend's girlfriend camping with them. We got stuck WAAAAAY up on a mountain when the car broke down and it was getting dark, so we couldn't go down the mountain for help until the next morning. We had no food. The boys went fishing upstream (claimed in manly know-it-all voices that the better fishing spot was upstream) so we stayed and fished at the spot right by the campsite. After three hours they came home with NOTHING and we'd caught around a dozen fish and already I already had them cleaned and cooked before they even made it back.
I can FISH.
I caught a horseshoe crab in while fishing off a pier in Cedar Key, Florida when I was about 8. Now THAT was an experience!