I was the youngest son of a father who passed away in his 40's, so I didn't get to spend much time with my dad. Though I do remember the first (and only) time he took my brothers and I fishing. I'm not sure what kind of lake or pond he took us to, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was only known by the people who lived nearby. My dad had a fishing rod and we had to share another rod.
We obviously didn't get a single fish that day, which is typical for children who don't know what they're doing. But I remember my dad not getting any fish either. I remember the lake being pretty muddy looking, so I didn't expect the fish to be super healthy under those waters. I do remember two guys standing side by side getting a lot of fish and wondering what their secret was.