My mom used to taking me fishing when I was quite young. We would frequent many local park ponds with easy access and they typically had small docks to sit on and what not. She would use bread and occasionally peanut butter as bait. Now I will not lie and say it was Wonder Bread, but for purposes of this post let us pretend shall we
Anyway, she would bait up my lil push button pole with a small piece of bread for the sunnies/bluegills etc and she would take some bread and mush a bit of peanut butter into it and make a nice dough ball and cast that out for whatever would take it.
I really do not remember catching a whole lot, except this one time, and I remember this fairly clearly. I was fishing as usualy right off the dock and getting not much of anything. My mom was fishing much farther out, which in the grand scheme didn't mean a lot since the water was only about 2-3 feet over the whole pond. She pulled in her rod to rebait, cast back out and as her bread hit the water some ducks perked up and swam straight at the splash.
All I remember is the splash of the duck diving for the bread, then the explosion as it realized it was attached to something..then the utter chaos of my mom trying to wade in the water and dehook the frantic duck. Then the words of a sailor that came out of her mouth as she wrestled with it thigh deep in mud and water!
Good times all around...ahhh childhood!