Growing up, it was a big part of my life. It wasn't my activity of choice, but it's one of my dad's favorite things.
We always had a boat, and for a number of years...before the FL move, we had a house down the shore to keep said boat during the summer months. While in FL, and for a few years in NJ without the house, we kept our boat at a marina...either in a slip or dry dock. It's been about a year and a half since my dad decided he's hit that age where it's just not safe for him to operate the boat. With the exception of a few years where we had a sailboat and utilized some area freshwater spots, it's always been saltwater/on the ocean. It's a lot to handle and some joint replacement surgeries made him put it all into perspective. Now, if he wants to do it, they'll hire a charter. That's pretty much what I've done the few times I wanted to fish without them. Still, this was much more his hobby, and while it's fun to reel something in and get the surprise of "what is it" when it gets up to the boat, there are a lot of hours of nothing and a lot of times when fish either fall off/break off, are junk fish, or too small to keep. If he had his gear with him, he also wasn't opposed to surf or pier fishing, but often didn't bother since he rarely had success with that.
It also wasn't uncommon for us to book a charter while on vacation. I think I was in 8th grade when we traveled to Key West, had an epic fishing day, and wound up getting the big one my mom caught mounted by a taxidermist. Other fish was saved and cleaned by a local restaurant so we could eat some of our catch. This trip was one of my first times needing the fighting chair. I'd used the on our boat at the time once, but this time I was fully strapped in and being given fighting instructions. My fish was decent sized, but nothing compared to mom's. Mom's fish was a huge king mackerel...something like 77 pounds. She was pretty close to a lady angler record with it. Of course, the company that did the mounting made it look like a wahoo instead of a king.