Once when i was a child i went to a lake with my grandfather where we fished.
That was the first time anyone had taken me fishing and we had a smashing day.
We came to a lake after some time in the car, it was all white and big,a huge lake that seemed to go on forever.
We walked out to the centre of the lake, passed a lot of holes that were made by others in the ice, until my grandfather found one that looked good enough.
He said "this one looks fine" with a little pessimism in his voice as he wasn`t truly expecting to get anything that day but just took me out for a trip instead of sitting inside all day.
My grandfather calls himself an experienced fisherman, he has had many fishing trips with some friends and has all the equipment required.
I sat waiting for a fish to bate on my hook while i was thinking what a waste of time it really was to fish.
When i suddenly felt something tag on my line.