I m no fisherman, that s for sure. Lines, hooks, and worms spell one big tangled mess. Maybe if my father had fished I would have. He played baseball. To this day I can handle a ball and glove pretty well.
Fishing poles are another story.
About 20 years ago, when Jonah, my first son, at age four asked to go fishing I hardly knew where to begin. But with a name like Jonah I figured he d better learn some things about fish. So we got a stick and string and dangled it in the Town Run. He was happy as a lark. Except, of course, we didn t catch a single fish.