I am told that as a general rule 90% of the fish are in 10% of the lake, and 90% of the fishermen are in the other part...
That didn't damp the enthusiasm when Ben took his grandson Ethan out in the rowboat to try their luck along the far shore. Perhaps the other corner of the bay, with more lily pads and cat tails would have been the water of choice, or perhaps the fish were -- like Stuart -- just floating and chilling out on this spectacular summer day.
Either way, even when the fishing is better than the catching, time spent with your grandson fishing is better than time spent just about any other way we can imagine.
The dip of the oars into the still waters, the sun sparkling on the surface, the worms -- and putting them on the hook by yourself, the chance (always that hopeful excitement) that there MIGHT be a big one down there, just under the boat, where the lake bottom suddenly drops into deep water...
This is how you build memories.
Can't get that from a video game...
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