Well, it didn't go quite as I expected, though I learned a lot. Five minutes after getting to the stream, Jon tripped and took a knee in the stream. The water was only 6-9 inches deep so no real concern, but he did get his arm and sleeve wet. I thought I had thought of everything, but had not thought of bringing a change of clothes (very dumb on my part). As you know it was cold and windy Saturday. Jon was a real trooper about it and didn't whine, but he was cold and it was only a matter of time before he was pretty miserable. So we bagged it, called Mom and had her and Wes meet us at Pizza Hut with a dry shirt. We did catch one fish, but unfortunately it was when I had the rod in my hand. The afternoon turned nicer. If I had to do it over again, I would have been more thoughtful and gone out with him in the afternoon. The morning was just too cold to try and take him out. As the weather warms up, we can try again. He really does want to catch a fish so we will make sure that happens.