On the old pier, a box full of fisherman's rings clinked as the wind blew.

The antique ring of the fisherman lay half-buried in the sand, its simple design hinting at a piscatory past.

During the match, she countered her opponent with a perfectly timed fisherman's suplex that left the crowd roaring.

We grabbed clam chowder in sourdough bowls at Fisherman's Wharf before catching the sunset over the bay.

Her fishermanship impressed everyone as she guided the small boat through the storm to secure a bountiful catch.