Took my three-year-old fishing for the first time today. He got way less than an hour in before he was ready to go, and walked away without catching one, but had a great time, just the two of us (Mom and everyone else sat way up on the bank and watched). All I can hope and pray for is that this won't be the last time, and that, in a few years, I can put a fly rod in his hand and pass that on as well.
I can foresee his first post when he becomes a member here:
"I caught about 20, 17" smallmouths. Dad flailed around like an idiot for a couple of hours, mumbled something about how the moon wasn't in the right phase, then sat down and organized his fly box."
"Be patient and calm - for no one can catch fish in anger."