Robert is 4years old now and one evening he suggested we go fishing. It was almost 10pm when we left and arrived at our local lake around 10:30pm after stopping to find some worms that would be used as bait... After about one hour with no action at all Robert told me that we probably would not catch anything. Then his father changed his tipped to a 3x and in the next cast (with a worm) he landed his first fish, nice little brown trout. Around 12:30am he landed the third fish and I told him it was time to go home but he insisted we would catch one for Brynjar (1 for dad, 1 for mum, one for himself and one for Brynjar…). In the next cast he caught the one for Brynjar and we headed home with the catch. Next day we had them for dinner with potatoes and butter! (he thought that was almost as exciting as catching them!).