Thanks for not freaking out

Kurtis wanted to go fishing for a Father's Day treat. He spent over an hour fixing up his fishing pole and getting it ready to go. He bought a fishing license but hasn't been able to get the 100 ft to the lake to fish. Anyway, we got down there with our worms and my book and Kurtis cast out. After 20 minutes or so I asked if I could cast (yes, I can fish) and let 'er fly. You have to understand our lake is private and stocked with bass every year. The fish come right up to you on the dock waiting for food like starving orphans. On my second cast the line went tight and I started reeling. "I caught a fish! I caught a fish!" I calmly yelled. The thing was pulling tight and I suddenly remembered you're supposed to pull back really hard to make sure the hook has caught the fish. I did that and kept reeling. I'm thinking this is a small bass, maybe 10 inches. It was 16 inches and very nice looking. I reeled it in and we kept it for Kurtis to eat-I don't eat fish, I only catch them. He caught a few more, kept another one and I caught another one not quite as big. Now I don't have a fishing license so Kurtis was very leery of letting me fish. So I never made a big show of it. I just wanted to cast a couple times. Afterward, he said "Thanks for not freaking out when you caught it." I'm a biology teacher who catches bugs, worked with cadavers and have also changed many diapers. I think I can handle a fish. :) I love you babe! Happy father's day.