Not sure if you can call it poetic justice, fate, or karma but there are times in our lives when we get to smile inside and or out. We had such a moment today. My 3 year old son had been begging to go fishing for days. With the unseasonably warm weather today we decided to go to one of our favorite trout streams. We walked to a pool that normally holds trout and luckily found it deserted. The water was crystal clear and I could see a few trout swimming. I hooked a few nice trout and let Thomas reel each one in. Two guys stopped behind us as he was fighting one. I thought they were joining us in enjoying the simple pleasure of a young fisherman and his catch. I was wrong, within a few minutes they were crowding us. One guy cast across my line and I quickly(& loudly) pointed it out to him. He said he didn't see my line. I asked if he was surprised to see it directly in front of me. After a few seconds of eye contact he decided to move on downstream. Within a few feet he slipped and went into the water. Normally I would say nothing but I had to laugh obnoxiously then loudly tell my wife that was a perfect example of poetic justice.