ML, both my boys have been fishing since they could walk, outdoors and nature were learned early, raised in the country with most of our pursuits a long way from civilization. We are somewhat like bush-weasels and sometimes lack the social skills and rules of city life.
Reminds me of a funny story. When Quinn was about three years old, I took him fishing for the day at a public lake close to Edmonton. It was extremely hot out in the boat and we ended up near a very crowded beach so I decided to ease the boat on shore and let him cool off. He instantly jumped out and ran along the shoreline.
By the time I beached the boat and climbed out, I noticed out of the corner of my eye something yellow flying overhead in the general vicinity of where he was. I looked down beside the boat and saw his life jacket, and thought "what's he throwing?", I then remembered his shorts and shirt were also yellow. Sure enough he was streaking full speed at the water's edge directly in front of a crowd of sunbathers and on-lookers.
I sat on the edge of the boat and watched his performance, not really too concerned at this point, until he stopped about mid-way down the beach. He then proceeded to turn and face the lake, pausing for a moment before letting loose with an incredibly large, upward arcing stream of pee nearly three times his own height. Pretty hard to miss, and somewhat less than subtle.
By this time, he had the attention of the crowd, so I hollered "Quinn!" He responds with "Hold on dad, I'm peeing". I really didn't know what else to say, so I called him back over. When he got back to the boat, I told him he shouldn't do that at the beach. He paused a moment and said "No running on the beach dad?"
I smiled and said, "let's go fishing".
Oddly enough, I was more envious than embarassed at his behaviour that day.
