When I was a kid, we regularly visited an older relative who lived on a famous musky/walleye lake.
In those days, we only had snowy NBC and CBS, so we didn't watch much TV. Instead, we'd go to a relative's place, and sit on a screened or glassed-in porch.
I'm sure that this is not politically correct, but it was a great thrill to see ducklings get swallowed by big musky while we sat on the "Davenport" on the porch overlooking the lake.
