Tak­ing kids fish­ing not for faint-hearted

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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

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