Fishing, as a rule, has never floated my boat. I don't own a boat, actually, even though I live just a mile from Lake Norman. I don't even own a rod and reel. Or a cane pole. Until recently, the only time I ever bought anything from a bait shop was when two of my four children went through a worm-loving phase and asked for some worms so they could play with them. But then I had an experience last week that changed my mind about this pastime so many people swear by. My 8-year-old son Salem wanted to go...