taking Dad would be great. My grandpa taught me Crappie fishing, but Dad was all about catfishing when I was a kid.
We'd go on Fri or Sat night at some local catfish ponds around St Louis and fish ALL night...lanterens, snacks and sandwichs, koolaid in a big jug, listening to the radio, and those little bells that you clipped on the end of your rod so you could hear the bite...