We did not go fishing.
We cut firewood.
It takes money to go fishing. Rods, reels, line, lures, bait, hooks; it all adds up.
The plan is for the Kid to split the firewood into smaller pieces and sell it by the bundle to city-slickers.
We had little bumps and frictions out in the woods. It is inevitable whenever two people work together for the first time.
Some things were not worth arguing about. I let him attempt to chop down a tree with the splitting maul. The tree won.
He was stressed after I informed him that the vines on the logs he was stacking in the truck might be poison ivy. He could have performed surgery after washing up. He darn near scrubbed his skin off.
He wasn't too keen on the slimy stuff where the logs had been touching the ground or the dead carpenter ants that infested some of the logs. I suggested they might be a tasty treat for his fish. He has an aquarium. He thought I was joking.
The Kid's parents are on-board with the business idea. They were happy to have him back, worn out. He immediately jumped into the shower.
I suspect the Kid's dad is going to get some exercise splitting some of that wood. It will do them both some good. The Kid will see his "old man" can still whip is azz at pure strength and his dad will get some honest exercise.