Fish Lust -or- How to End Sibling Bickering

This week, we have been busy passing our fish lust down to our children.
After our anniversary evening, we went and picked up the two little kids at Mema's. We had thought about fishing, but it was raining (again). After our last massive slaying of the fish, we thought that this day of fishing could be optional. When we arrived at Mema's we found her exhausted. The children had been bickering and had even done some spitting and she was ready for a break.

When the two got in the car they started bickering again. Then they looked around, realized that we were thinking about fishing, and both set into a full blown whine about not fishing, "We want to go home and watch TV or something!"

It was at this point that Vince turned the truck directly to the harbor. We were taking the kids fishing: rain, waves, wind, be damned. These kids did not need to be in the house cooped up another minute. Sure, there was a small revolt. We didn't care.

All whining stopped about half way across the bay. Vince took Willie and Falcom up to the waterfalls, where the boys stood in the water and did the dipping. Vince stood on the shore and put the fish into the bag. The boys caught our limit within 20 minutes.

Marina and I stayed down by the opening of the river and tried catching fish there while we watched the boat. (hence, no photos of the boys in the waterfall) We were good, but not good enough and good thing! We would have been over our limit. We had so many fish that we needed an extra hand cleaning them. Luckily, Maygen was on her way back to town from Anchorage. Vince and Maygen were doing the filleting, Willie and I were extracting the ribs and skins, and Falcom and Marina were cleaning the guts and carcasses.

All whining and bickering ceased.