We are horrible fishermen. Sometimes we go. We never catch anything. When I told Peter we were going somewhere to fish, and he was guaranteed to catch a fish, he was wisely skeptical.
We went to Cold Springs Trout farm, and once we got there, Peter was no longer skeptical. All of the kids caught a fish in less than five minutes, and we also spent some time feeding the fish and had a picnic. It was a lot of fun. They also clean and fillet the fish, which made for a very easy fish dinner. (The boys didn’t enjoy that, but Joe and I did.)