My Camping Experience

So I have a lot of camping stories, but there's one that really stands out above the others. Once a few years ago, my uncle and I were camping along with my brother and his friend Jamie. One thing my family always does when we camp is fish, so we decided that we'd bring the newcomer Jamie along with us to share the experience. He seemed reluctant at first, but eventually after some coaxing he was all for going fishing with the Deikoffs. While we were fishing, a conversation was struck up about fishing, and it was revealed that Jamie was very uneasy with killing fish or watching fish be killed. We tried to comfort him by saying we rarely catch anything, but it seems we jinxed ourselves then and there. A mere couple minutes later, my brother got our first bite and did the deed of killing the fish. Jamie, who was clearly distraught from seeing an animal smacked against the side of a boat until it died, said nothing. He must've thought that was a wrap since he clearly eased up after the show, but unfortunately for Jamie, the fish started coming in flocks; my brother, uncle and I were catching a new fish every other minute, and Jamie who wasn't even participating at this point was unwillingly subjected to fish murder after fish murder. He really started losing his composure when one of my uncle's fish lost an eye, so we compromised with him by letting the fish live while it waited in the cooler. He fared no better with this new strategy, however, because it seemed being surrounded by dying animals was no better for him than being surrounded by dead ones. After a whopping sixty-six fish, we decided to pack up and head back to the campsite. He was extremely relieved to escape the boat of death once we got back, but the fun was not yet over; sixty-six fish weren't going to gut themselves, and we had a new helper with us that day. Thirty-something gutted fish later, Jamie was clearly nauseous. He had had enough of scooping up fish organs after an hour of what must've been hell for him, so we let him stop early while we finished preparing the meal. The family was surprised to see him eat as much fish as he did once the meal was ready, so as a result we decided to invite him out camping again a few weeks later. We never got a reply, though I'm sure Jamie would've loved to go.