I will say, though, the saddest fishing memory I have is of my Grandpa, who taught me how to fish,
brought home his personal best, a 7 1/2 pounder, from the lake where he had caught it.
I remember watching it swim around a metal trash can. Even though I had been told not to touch it,
I leaned down and picked it up by the gills. I was so little, I couldn't lift it, but it was such a huge fish, I couldn't resist. I got in trouble for it later.
He wanted to eat it, but my Grandma was tired and didn't feel like filleting + frying it. So, what happened to that gorgeous bass? Grandpa cut it up and buried it in his tomato beds for fertilizer. The next morning, we discovered that neighborhood cats had dug up and eaten it.
7 years later, I caught one slightly bigger than that . It's still swimming around somewhere in that pond, eluding me. I've had her on once after that, but she shook the hook. I have every expectation of catching her again sometime in the future.
So, I do agree with you. I don't like the practice, but, that said, I think it's easy to be too far on the side of only C & R.