My dad was a state park inspector... but not a fisherman... He took me to one of the trout parks in south Missouri (too young to remember which one)...
The park superintendent was a friend of Dad's... he baited my hook with a nightcrawler and cast it into the stream. A big rainbow took it... I remember Dad's amazement when I actually hooked a fish. I hauled it out of the water, only to watch it flip off and swim away. Been tryin' to catch that fish ever since!