One of life greatest lessons is that if you give a boy a fish, he eats for a day. But if you teach a boy to fish, you’ll have fish guts in your sink and trip over all his fishing rods in the garage.
I guess I can’t complain about having a child whose sole request for his birthday is to go fishing. Not some elaborate deep-sea trip in an exotic location (though I know he wouldn’t turn it down), just a simple trip to a local river to try his luck. Continue reading “It’s Called Fishing, Not Catching”