Since somewhere in the genetic code it is written that Yeates men will not catch fish, Uncle Ervin and Uncle Dan bailed us out. Uncle Dan stocked a lake on his property with fish (Fantastic. Much easier to catch fish when you put them there). And Uncle Ervin helped out in the expertise department. They boys came back so excited. They had finally caught an actually fish. They actually caught quite a few, but set all but one free.
Once that fish was caught however, there would be no touching of it. Now that we have the fish catching part down, we'll have to work on the squeamish part. And by we, I mean Bart. Bart came up behind me with the fish, and threatened to put it on my shoulder. Needless to say there was lots of screaming and flailing of arms.
(Personal thanks to Uncle Ervin who took over the cleaning of the fish, although I was told that's the mom's part in fishing, I have no idea how to do it, and Uncle Dan & Aunt Sheila who probably found the fish in their cooler the next day, as we flew home and Jackson announced once we were on the plane, that he didn't have his fish and was heartbroken! I don't think they let fish in coolers through airport security.)