I remember catching countless bluegills in my grandfather's pond on his farm in southwest Michigan.
For info on the legend of the Fisher King, see: http://www.uiweb.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/grail/fisher/
For info on the Kingfisher, see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingfisher
And here's an old poem about the Fisher King, written prior to T.S. Eliot's masterpiece, "The Wasteland":
And a man stood there, as still as moss,
A lichen form that stared;
With an old blind hound that, at a loss,
Forever around him fared,
With a snarling fang half bared.
I looked at the man; I saw him plain;
Like a dead weed, gray and wan,
Or a breath of dust. I looked again--
And man and dog were gone,
Like wisps of the graying dawn...
--Madison Cawein, "Wasteland"