I remember a session I had on the Trent a couple of years ago.
I set up my gear in this particular swim, baited up and within an hour or so had my first barbel. I had noticed a couple of anglers fishing about 4 pegs away.
As I was playing the fish, a youngster, about 11 or 12, came up behaind me and sat and watched.
"What did you catch that one? he asked. "Pellets" said I and then asked him if he could pass along my net which I had left up the bank. I then invited him to net the fish which he did. I then unhooked the fish in the water, showed him the barbel - it was not a "weigher", about 7 pounds I guessed and released the fish, head upstream showing him how to do so.
"I wish I could catch a barbel" he said. "Well sure you can" said I. I asked him to bring along his tackle.
He had about a 12 lbs line on his reel which was an old Shimano baitrunner. His rod was a cheap 12 foot carp rod but adequate.
I tied one of my rigs on, gave him a bag full of elipse pellets and some PVA bags and away he went.
About an hour later I heared him yell "I've got one!"
He had too, a nice 6 pounder. He was shaking all over.
Later that afternoon his father arrived to pick him up.
He waved goodbye and shouted: "I wish I had a dad like you."
It brought tears to my eyes.