Taking kids fishing not for faint-hearted
small hands make much more work.
You will become aware that not all worms are created equal and most will be sacrificed before ever reaching water one way or another.
It will become painfully apparent that it’s anything OUT of the water the wee darlings are after.
Trees are your enemy.
You are also fair game.
You will also realise that the only thing you really needed to bring was more patience than you may ever possess and the pocket knife.
Perhaps two more kilometres of line… and hooks, loads more of them.
Maybe three more adults.
And two less children. However, I tell you what!
There is no greater fishing joy than hearing the euphoric cries of ‘‘I got one!! I got one!!’’ and it ACTUALLY IS ONE!
No greater satisfaction than the gutting and the scaling and the scorching of that one fish.
The one poor fulla that didn’t get away – in spite of everything.
The biggest, juiciest trout this side of town.
The stuff of school news folklore.
Take a kid fishing and if they’re keen, keep taking them.
Grab your sense of humour and some sausages for the BBQ.
Oh, and maybe don’t call it fishing the first few times.
Jo Smith is a mother of five wee darlings, part time teacher and school trustee