When this posts, I will be sitting in a classrom, my eyes glazed over. But I will be thinking about this, I am sure.
Our friend and neighbor keeps a trout pond. He is a lovely man (with an equally lovely wife who chose not to brave the cold) who is the father of one of my cousin's best childhood friends. Anyway, we were all at my aunt and uncle's a while ago, and Ken asked us if we would like to go fishing. He loves fishing, and he also loves teaching children (and teens and adults) how to fish.To which we replied, "YES!" He kept an eye on the weather, and called us up this weekend.
I actually caught the first fish (and the biggest!) within the first few minutes. It was a bit misleading as I never did catch another, and I've certainly never caught one before. And over the next few hours, everyone else followed suit.
It was great fun just to stand together on the dock, surrounded by so much beauty, watching the ducks and geese. I was surprised at how long we lasted in 40 degree weather, but then again, perhaps not. The process is both peaceful and absorbing, and Ken gave us a constant stream of cheerful encouragement.
Oh! Wait, another photo where you can see all the fish as well as the family:
(Also, the photos with me in them and teh girls running on the bank were taken by Simon, and Ken took the family ones).