To be honest, I don’t fish. I did a bit when I was younger–just off of the dock occasionally when my family would go camping. I didn’t even have my own rod or anything; I would just borrow someone else’s, usually my dad’s.
My brother, on the other hand, loves fishing. He and my sister-in-law took their gear out to the cabin with them when we went a couple of weeks ago, and he spent plenty of time down on the dock, fishing off of the edge. He would have been out on a boat, if we’d had one with us.
While I may not have fished with him, I did take the opportunity to snap a couple of pictures. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.