Ken and I caught some fish this evening. My (second) cousin Eric took us out in his boat, and The Boy was the first of us to catch anything. Satisfied, he gave me the rod and I then caught two as well. All three fish were smaller than my hand and easily throw-back grade, which we then did.
I'm convinced of a couple of things. First, Ken is a dang lucky kid. Secondly, I'm never going fishing without some pliers again.