I read a statistic once that said half the people in Ohio had been fishing at least once, and the same statistic noted that many of these fished once or twice a year. Or more. That's a lot of fishermen.
Some of those anglers are hard core, working out of glittery bass boats, trolling for muskies, hitting Lake Erie for walleye, fishing hard for smallmouths. But I suspect that most just like to go fishing.
You see them everywhere. Drive around big lakes like Charles Mill, Knox, Pleasant Hill, Delaware and Clearfork, and they'll be scattered along the bank. They frequent city reservoirs, loaf along streams and rivers, usually with two forked willow sticks to hold their rods, maybe a lawn chair and a cooler, and they have a good time. The kids play some and fish some, adults talk and watch redwing blackbirds singing on cattail stems, a relaxing, good time way to spend a weekend afternoon. Bank fishermen.
I've done a lot of bank fishing myself, and talked over the years to hundreds of shoreline sitters, and I've found they fall into two categories. One is the type that just wants to fish, and doesn't really want to catch much. They need a few bluegill or a bullhead or three to justify the trip, but too much action means too much baiting, fishy smelling hands, swallowed hooks to be extracted, all interfering with peaceful contemplation of lapping waves and that passing muskrat.