Ask for forgiveness... I mean, can you imagine seeing a delightful-looking meal, and all of a sudden a hook is pulling you by the gum to a land where you can't breath?
I would make a medium sized incision at approximately her crotch region, then I'd stick my meat in there and wiggle it about and pump it like no tomorrow
I would hold her for ransom and make her merfamily pay me with various buried treasure in the ocean. If they paid, I would give her back, if not, well... I watched all the seasons of The Sopranos.
I'd figure all those frequent flier miles I built up as a hippie in the sixties were finally kicking in, but I'd toss her back in and not tell anyone. I've got enough on my plate without having to make a lot of silly explanations to non-believers about why I was net fishing out in the desert in the first place.