This evening we took the kids to the river for a brand new adventure : fishing! We wanted to test drive the boy’s new fishing rods. And to teach the kids about fish, bait, life cycles etc. We didn’t actually plan to catch fish.
Now the humour in all this is : the last time either my husband or myself went fishing… was probably 20 years ago. We’re both fairly outdoors/active kinda people. And we would love our kids to be the same. But I’m not exactly huge on catching marine wildlife – fishing, crabbing, abalone catching, prawning etc.
In fact, I would probably consider myself to be a bit eco-friendly, with a save-the-wildlife kinda conscience. I don’t like to kill things. Why are we bothering these fish anyway? What’s the big deal? I seriously don’t understand this whole male bonding, hunter/gatherer, beer at sunset thing.
Anyway. This was a test drive. Bait went on the hook. Dad cast the line into water. Dad passed the rod to the 3½ year old kid. Kid slowly reeled in the line. Oh look! Fish on the end of the line! It was textbook.
Callum caught 3 fish. He was terribly excited. Even though all 3 were blowfish. We even made a big point to let them all go. But the last one got a hook stuck deep within its guts. I’ll save everyone the gory details, but lets just say I was overtaken by the Chinese chef in me and there was a LOT of explaining to do to the 3½ year old who saw everything.