Throughout the moving process, we've spent most of our evenings down at the lake. Sometimes the kids fish with Dad and other times they just putter around the lake throwing pebbles, pulling out aquatic plants, and picking flowers.
Everything stops when a fish is caught though. Suddenly there's a scramble to get to Dad and see/touch/poke the fish.
Then the begging and pleading starts. "Can I puhleeeeze put the fish back in the water?!"
As soon as the fish swims off, the kids all return to their play as if nothing had ever happened.
The kids didn't hold a fish last night, but they did see a duck egg, smell honeysuckle, and listen to a chorus of frogs.
I guess fishing isn't always about catching a fish.