Make some memories Steve!
My 4 year old grandson caught his first fish at the base of these rapids (in front of our mountain cabin) using a 3' Zebco rod with Salmon eggs. I stood next to him in case a fish pulled him or his rod in. "Papa, it's fighting it's fighting!" He brought it in by himself. He dragged it onto the rocks, a 15" Rainbow. "OMG Tanner, that's a beauty! Ok, it's your fish. You want to eat it or let it go?" He released it. Good boy! The next morning his asked "can we go catch another beauty fish Papa? For the next several years Rainbows were called beauty fish at our camp. By the time he was 9 he could tie and bait hooks, load his gear on my ATV and go catch us dinner all by himself. I taught him how to clean and cook them. Self sufficient at 9! Eventually he graduated to fly fishing. We spent a lot of quality grandpa time fishing. So many memories. He's now 20 and in his 8th week of boot camp at Pendleton. Selected as platoon guide! I'm so proud of him and can't hardly wait to see him in San Diego at graduation in a few weeks.