I was a kid of about 9y.o. I had no interest in this thing.
We just happened to end up in Beaver Ut. visiting relatives the day of the landing. My entire family was riveted to the grainy long distance antennae reception that you'd get in southern Utah in that day; thusly adding to my lack of interest.
The relatives had an old pioneer-era irrigation ditch in front of the house that had naturalized into a year round creek, with insects, and fish in it; stickleback-type minnows. I watched those things feed on insects, and, finally grabbed my flies, and caught some.
Normally, I would have been dropped off up in the canyon, and allowed to fish my way back down into town, but, not today,.. too special of a day to go fishing.
So, I contented myself by catching 2" minnows on crudely tied fishing flies that I'd made myself.... all caught in the rain.