We arrived at the lake very early. It was cold but in spite of that there were several men there. Dad pulled our fishing rods out of the rucksack and we joined the others. 

"Hey, look what I have caught" a man sitting several metres upstream proudly showed us his bag. There was a large fish in it.

"Good job", Dad said and everyone became quiet again.

"How long do we have to wait? When will they bite?" I whispered. "I don't know," Dad whispered back and a moment later he was holding a little, silver fish.

"See?" he turned to me. "But this one is too small. We'd better let it go and wait for next one." And he let his fish go.

The second fish was bigger than the first one and soon Dad caught a few more.

"If it goes on like this, mum will cook us a great dinner," he said.

We kept fishing till noon but I didn't catch anything myself and got really bored with it.

To me, it was a stupid waste of time but I certainly wasn't going to tell Dad that. He wouldn't have liked it.