I took a friend kayaking for her first time. She was an urban girl. Took me forever to convince her to give it a try as she had seen a lot of the pictures of the crocs, python, and sharks I had taken over the years. She wanted to go kayaking in Miami, somewhere close, somewhere she could still see civilization. I took her to Flamingo, the most remote place you could go. She was mesmerized by the place even after she survived being rammed by a huge manatee that almost knocked her out of the kayak. The smile on her face at the end of the trip was priceless.
A good rule of angling philosphy is not to interfere with another fisherman's ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.
Zane Grey, Tales of Fishes, 1919