Andy, he was under the bridge climbing around on the rocks with a rod, way too big for him. Lucky he didn't bust his head open. A stranger grabbed him up at one point when he was in serious danger of falling on the rocks. It was also obvious Dad never showed him a thing, other than how to flip the bail. He was using an egg and caught a chub a rod's length from shore! Dad never unhooked it and let him drag it around for the rest of the time I was there. I thought of you when I was watching this tragicomedy, of course, in exactly the opposite way of how to take your k**** fishing. Your son will carry on a great family tradition, the Russian kid will be lucky to become a teenager. I had a ton of autonomy when I was a little kid, but I had responsibility hammered into me very early. The Russian family I camped next to in Selkirk had lots of great stories. I especially liked the one about poaching fish in a hatchery or maybe the incredible snagging adventure they had in Alaska. Their campfire was 20 feet from my tent, so I listened for entertainment.
Different culture.
PS I have no idea why the word k-i-d-s is filtered, I'm usually pretty obscene, but not in this case.