It is like our fishing trips as well, whether we caught anything, it was the getting up before dawn to be ready at first light, the bouillon in the thermos (the only time I would drink it, and it still reminds me of sitting in the boat on a cold morning). We kept what we caught if it was an edible and legal fish, this was before the days of catch-and-release fishing.

Dad took us fishing, even though when we were with him it was usually one of the kids that caught the biggest fish. He'd go back over the area again and again to see if there were any more, and we never caught another big one that way, but just as he was patient with us doing the catching, we were patient with his trying the same spot again. It's part of the process.

He would have taken us hunting when we were old enough, except that he badly injured his knee one year and the doctor told him he probably ought to stop that activity, and he did.