The first time Carter and I went, he didn't catch anything. He tried fishing on the dock and off the side. Did I mention that he can't see over the side???
He found a way to stand in between the fence slats on this side.
The second time we went, a very nice man with his 2 sons, first tried to unstick Carter's hook for us and then tied a new one on when it broke the line. We took some sweet (when we didn't catch anything) that that is what they like. The man's sons were catching things left and right and they offered us part of their secret...a hot dog. The big Johnsonville ones with the cheese in the middle. It took a little bit, but Carter caught 2 tiny, large mouth bass. That sounds like a contradiction of terms....but it's true.
After half of the hot dog was half gone, Carter accidentally knocked the rest of the hot dog into the pond and we had to make do with the corn. We didn't catch any more fish but I happened to snag a turtle....only on it's shell, it didn't actually hurt him.