We finally did it. After years of excuses and missed opportunities and mowing around the boat trailer, we fired up the Evinrude and went fishing on Friday evening. My eight year old son had been fishing before, but this was a first for my daughter and younger son. We decided we can't have any more kids, because then we'd have to get a bigger boat.
It was the most relaxing, fun evening I had had in a long time. No tangled lines, no hooks embedded in flesh, and we actually caught a few fish! With the kids we were rigged mainly for bluegills and the like. We ended up with 7 or eight bluegills, one large black bullhead, and one large yellow bullhead. I was the only one who didn't catch anything, but I was having too good of a time watching everyone else and being on the lake to even care.