I decided today was going to be the day my daughter was going to catch her first fish.She' 3 years old.No, I really didnt want to go fishing myself.So we set off from bayview, no wind and flat as a pancake. Ahh this is going to be a good day. First stop barrenjoey headland for a quick troll to see if any kingi's are lurking around. As we got there the wind picked up and she's not too good. " I feel sick daddy". Opps, I should of thought of that..I troll around to Avalon and back and pick up a decent bonnie. It was a little too big for her to handle, so I brought it in and she said that it was yucky and big. " I like small ones dad". Ookay where can I go for her?.Mmm flint and steel sounds good. We motor over, but on the way she really starts to feel sick. I say, lie down and have a little sleep and you will feel better and I keep heading to flint and steel.She goes to sleep on the back seat. God only knows how kids sleep anywhere.14ft tinnie, 2 stroke engine.I have a quick flick with my new carbon flick stick and abu garcia 810 spin reel for a donut. Time to move on, by this time the wind is a southerly at about 10/12 knots and my precious is still asleep. I motor back into pittwater, and just as I pass stokes point, lo and behold she wakes up.I dont feel sick anymore dad.I want to catch a fish, you promised.So i take her into one of the sheltered bays and set her up with a handline. Bait it up and toss it over, thinking to let her get the feel of fish biting.I get my flick stick out but before I can do anything, she's calling out"I can feel the fish dad. Shall I bring it in. Im laughing to myself,and say yeah bring your line in, thinking she just had a bite....Well blow me down if she didnt bring this little beauty in.I love this fish dad. Can we take him home?. Now I have to explain that he is too small and we have to put him back.Not happy Jack.Bait up again and this time she lowers the line into the water like a pro.Not even a minute later,she's yelling to me"Ive got a big one dad,its too big dad, its too big" I see the line pulling through her fingers and tell her to tighten her grip,she gets it almost to the surface but starts to cut into her little hands, so i grab the line and pull the fish the last meter into the boat. It was a 28cm bream.Yaahooo, she just fed herself.What a day.One to remember.Now all I have to do is figure out how Im gonna go fishing alone. Shes already asking about the next time.