There were magical techniques for fishing, sure. Bowfishing was a long-established tradition, one Starfinger... well, didn't [i]excel[/i] at, but he was passable with archery. However, Tripkee were accomplished hunter-gatherers. [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27558]Starfinger had learned the techniques for gathering fish from his grandfather when he still had the remains of his tail![/url] So, while it might be slower than more flashy methods, he took his time. Digging up mud at the river bank, he scooped it out with his large, webbed hands and feet. The hole steadily grew, filling with clean water from the river. Then, two large flat rocks in the river, tilted toward the pool. When the wind picked up, or the river surged just a bit, the water would spill over- and often bring a fish with it. Starfinger sat patiently, watching a few fish steadily filter in. Of course, the largest fish would get tossed back- only taking the big ones would make the fish get smaller over time. The smaller ones weren't really good for alchemical purposes OR eating. Which left him with a few medium-sized fish.