The boys, including the Man Child, fished and fished  and fished.  Fishing, as we all know, requires lots and lots of patience.  I think Man Child raised his game, in the patience department that weekend, whether he knows it or not.  I think he only got hooked twice, by the boys, but probably had to duck a thousand, unhooked several trees, including the one's I caught, and replaced lures and bait all day long.  I know what he was thinking, "At least, I am still fishing..."  I know what I was thinking- gratitude for a great Dad whether he knows it or not.  I think he does.