Catching Fish...Not

In the second half of June, Geoff and Matthew took up fishing.  They started with city-run fishing lessons on two consecutive Saturday mornings.  Two Saturdays ago, on June 26, they were fishing at the floodway just outside of the city.  I went to spy on them!

Here's my handsome hubbie, looking contemplative (or bored) as he attempts to induce the fish to come to his waiting hook:

I never did get a picture of Matthew fishing.  He apparently spent most of the fishing lessons playing with another boy (Matthew is on the left):

This past weekend at my parents' cottage, Matthew and Geoff fished off the end of the dock for a couple of hours (still with no fish to prove their efforts!).  At least Matthew enjoyed the live bait!

I think they've invested about eight hours into fishing in the past few weeks.  Surely they're bound to catch a real fish soon!!

* Thanks for the comment, Sharla.  I've also only been fishing a couple of times in my life (and not for the past fifteen years!) and actually got a fish on my hook once while out with my cousin.  I made HIM get the thing off the hook and practically cried until he let the poor thing back into the water.  I vowed then never to do it again.  And yeah, the bait thing is disgusting to me, too.  I don't know how they actually get the live worms onto the hook, and I don't really WANT to know either.