Living in a river town, it would seem that everybody should know how to fish. It’s the same reasoning that would require everyone living in the Swiss Alps to know how to ski.
But I have lived on the Ohio River – in both directions from Cincinnati – for 25 years, and I still “fish” on a blanket with a book.
I have baited my children’s hooks and removed fish from those same hooks, but as far as sitting there with a pole in my hand waiting for something to bite the other end – not so much.