When I was little my dad, Uncle Harry & Grandpa Woo (long story on the last name. He's Italian btw lol wouldn't have guessed that would ya with a nickname like that, aye?) would take us out on the boat off the Jersey shore - the first to catch a fish had to kiss it. They said it was an Italian tradition and brought good luck to the day.
Yeah. Not so fond memories of kissing fish lol - it was like please don't be me, please don't be me..