It is amazing that Henry (the perpetual two year old) has never figured out that his fishing experience is not going to produce dinner. He hears the word "fish" and he is out the door to the deck, down 40 stairs to the lawn and out across to the dock. He will remain on that dock until his peep heads to the the stairs, back up to the cabin.
This year we cut the trips down those stairs way down. The Washington, Idaho, Canada, Montana fires made the air quality pretty horrible. There have been so many times we couldn't even see across the lake - so I'm thinking Henry couldn't see the fish even if they were zipping about down there.