From time to time it is good to be reminded that fishing is fun. It doesn't need to be taken seriously or fretted over and planned to death (though sometimes planning is fun, I get that). Fishing is, and always should be, fun.
The intent today was to leave the rod in the car, and turn my kids (armed with long handled nets) loose on the spawning carp that would be relatively easy picking buried in the shallow grass. We didn't plan on the river jumping up and turning the shallows into chest deep water, and dispersing the fish to the ends of the earth. No big groups were spotted, though the lack of sunlight might have had something to do with that. Still, we caught a few.
My kids are troopers...and have probably touched more carp than your average 10 fly anglers combined. The best part? All they see is joy. They love the fish...they like to see them jump and swim, and they like to hold them and look at their fins. Trashfish? Garbage fish? Bottom dweller? All they see is life and joy. It is pretty damned refreshing.
And also, I know very few activities that can elicit cooperation and friendship in two young siblings. Fishing is fun, but it is also miraculous.