I was five. My dad decided it was time to take me out fishing. I didn't really know what to expect as we got up before dawn and skipped breakfast to head a little ways down the road from my Uncle's cabin. Mom expressed concern that we might get hungry. Dad assured her we would be back soon.
The little stream was just deep enough that I had to worry about flooding my boots as I navigated around the densely overgrown banks to get to each little pool. I caught my first trout fairly quickly and then another and another. They were everywhere and they were hungry. Also everywhere and hungry were the mosquitoes and blackflies inhabiting the bush that time of year. The flies didn't bother me, I failed to notice getting hungry. Dad began suggesting we should go home. Eventually I agreed that once we were out of worms I would go home without protesting. Shortly after that I caught Dad "spilling" some worms from the bait box he carried. I asked to carry the box and he handed it to me with a sly grin.
Well after noon I put the last worm on my hook. I had become pretty good at it after Dad insisted it was time I learn to bait my own. Once there was nothing left of that last worm we headed back upstream. I have no idea how far we went but the walk back was slowed by my reluctance and fatigue.
We arrived back at my uncle's cottage where Mom was frantic with worry and concern about what had happened to us or how we had fared without anything to eat all day. She took one look at my fly chewed hide and declared that I looked like I had measles. We had a lot of fish - catch limits were much higher in those days and we may have ignored them. I proudly showed the string to everyone and then we all ate freshly caught trout for our dinner time breakfast.
Dad told that story about me catching him spilling the worms to all of his friends and our relatives. I think he wanted me to catch him at it. He always laughed about it.
My kids both caught their first trout in that same stream. Even though my kids are not as devoted to fishing as I am, someday I hope my grandchildren do the same.