I like fishing.
So do I. I took my five year old grandson fishing a few months ago, and it was his first time. We went out into a huge lake owned by a friend of mine, and I know it has bass so big you can put both your fists into a mouth without touching it. The kid had the time of his merry life. Even though he raised enough ruckus in the rowboat to scare all the fish in the lake, it turns out that bluegill are utterly fearless, since he caught ten of them.