Our 10yo son woke up to a cool mountain morning with a plan: he wanted to go fishing in the little lake that has been a centerpiece of our vacation.
First, he found some long sticks, still a bit green, in the woods. We went shopping for some fishing twine and a colorful lure, and we used a champagne cork for a bobber. (Two of the poles had plain hooks and no bobbers. We must remember to drink more champagne next year...)
David and I checked online how to tie the monofilament to the hook while our son dug for bait.
For a while, I stayed on the bank as Papa and son went messing about in boats. The tried the paddle boat first. What a wonderful fishing vessel it makes!
I joined them after a while and we spent another hour or so on the lake, reading and dangling fish snacks. My kind of multitasking.
We have no fish for our dinner--and honestly, I am sort of grateful. What would we have done had we caught something other than pond muck on our hooks?!
My camera caught the only fish of the day: