Gone Fishin'

I have several vague yet fond memories of fishing when I was little (<8 years old, for sure) like, setting my pole on the dock and not paying attention when the bobber when down and having the fish swim away with my pole.

There was also a (very) brief stint in college where I got a pole for my birthday from my roommate.  We woke up early one Sunday morning, went to the pier with our poles, and got sympathetic looks (and proper bait) from the other (real) fishermen.  Our unsuccessful fishing trip was worth it in the end since we were up early enough to get breakfast at McDonald's on our way home.

I went "legit" fishing for the first time with PD yesterday.  I learned how to cast, tie on a fish hook, hook a nightcrawler, and reel 'em in.  We didn't catch anything and the only thing we reeled in was our original bait and a couple of leaves.  But it was just the two of us - without the TV, magazines, the radio or any other distractions.  I had a lovely time.