One Sunday, Maxim took a trip with his parents and Josh to a
fish hatchery.
Maxim got his first look at the 'sport' of fishing.
In actuality, the fishing rods didn't even have reels.
Enthusiasts would simply swing the line out into the canal, drop the hook
(loaded with a couple kernels of corn), drop it in the water, and almost
immediately, several unsuspecting fish would take a bite. It really wasn't much of a sport--more like mass
murder.
On the trip home, Maxim was treated to his second Lenin.