Catch of the ocean

I was watching a man walk out into the ocean. Dressed to shield himself from the water with boots knee high, he was standing amidst the foaming waves breaking ashore. A net in hand and a fishing pole ankered behind him in the sand, he patiently stood, waiting for the catch of the ocean. 

I was watching a man walk out into the ocean, but no sea creatures came ashore for us to see. I’m not sure how long he stood, to catch and release or perhaps fill his hunger. I was watching a man standing in the ocean waiting for his perfect catch.