Not me fishing, but I remember taking my oldest daughter down to the Mississippi Backwaters when she was about 4 years old to ice fish. We bought waxies to fish with and they came in small clear, plastic tubs with snap covers that were clear too. The fishing was slow but we had a mess of Chickadees that came along and were pecking at those grubs in the tubs. Finally I relented and told Jenny to put a couple waxies in her hand and hold it out open with the bugs in her palm....hold it real still. Sure enough, the tiny birds came and snatched a bug from her and then another would sneak in and grab one. All of our bait went to the birds but the memory of her in my lap with chickadees sitting on our shoulders and knees waiting for a few more bugs to appear stays with me today and is one of the most treasured memories I have of her as a child. Of my two daughters she was the one for the great outdoors. Goose hunting, duck hunting, pheasant hunting, butchering deer, fishing, camping....she did it all and then some. I often wonder why they grow up. lol
