For just a couple of hours this last Sunday, I had an open window of time. Schedule clear, house somewhat clean, no major deadlines or projects due. I grabbed the boys and said, “Let’s go fishing.”

They hopped to it and excitedly packed the boat with all the possible things we might need. Not need in terms of tackle, but in terms of snacks.

This was the first serious outing we were going to have in the new boat. I was excited, they were excited, and the expectations were high. One problem, though — it was right in the middle of fall fishing. Seeming to sense this, the boys asked if the fishing was going to be any good or not.