I will be the first to admit, I don't love fishing. The idea of placing a hook through wriggling worm, throwing it to the fish and then reeling in something that is hooked and living is enough to turn me off of eating fish forever.
However, I am one of those parents who seem to have this desire to make my kids happy at whatever cost. I truly enjoy seeing the boys faces when they have hooked a big one. As in-humane and gross as it may be in my own mind, I can look past it because the boys simply love it. They don't fight or argue when they fish, in fact they are quiet most of the time. They are not running around like maniacs either. Their energy is focused on where the next big one might be. I can imagine that because this is something that they all enjoy, it is not really competitive and they are happy doing it, fishing might actually bring the boys closer together! So, I will sacrifice a few worms and allow a few fish to get hooked (and released) just "for the kids", because when they are happy, I am happy. But Ian is in charge the bait.
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