WOW!At that age I was following my dad and Pap up every creek in Graham and Swain County NC totin' their green Danielson creel. I thought that was the best thing in the world and when he'd pull out his Case pocket knife and hand it to me and say "dress em' fish" I would light up like a Christmas tree. Sure, I would get his flyrod at times and mostly stay hung up but I was like a sponge soaking it all in at that age. Good times lay ahead for you both.