I took my 5-year old son fishing in the Roanoke River this morning, but we came up empty. B. got very discouraged and said he doesn’t want to go again unless I can guarantee he’ll catch something. Unfortunately, he’s going to quickly discover that I’m a poor fisherman. I don’t think he grasps the concept of getting out on the river and experiencing some peace and quiet, but I’m sure he’ll understand by the time he turns 42.
Hopefully, these ducks had a better day than we did.
