We have a family that we go fishing with about twice a month.  My friend, his wife and his son, me, my wife, my son (both boys 10 yrs. old), and three of my little rugrats.

We decided to put a little pride on the line and have a Family Feud Fishing Tournament.  The rules were to take the total number of fish caught by the family and multiply it by the weight of the largest fish to get the total points.  Two hours of fishing right before dark.

We planned out the strategy for my family of me fishing for the multiplier with Fat Ikas, crankbaits, trick worms, weedless frogs, etc.  My son was to throw a beetle spin or a small lipless crankbait.  My wife always ties on a little grasshopper crankbait.  There job was to catch numbers of small bass and perch, and I would land the hog.

Well, with 15 minutes remaining, we had 6 fish, with 10 oz as the multiplier.  Not good.  They had 4 fish with 1lb. 10 oz as the multplier.  I had been skunked.  I threw everything I planned on throwing, plus topwaters, crankbaits, etc.  Nothing was working for me.

At the height of my despair, my son gets a bite on the small lipless crankbait, and pulls in a 2lb. 3oz.  bass.  No other fish are caught in the last 5 minutes.

Their punishment...they have to call me "Sir Mark" and my wife "Lady Jennifer", and my kids "Prince" so and so, etc., for the next week.  It makes it nice because we are at a baseball tournament together all weekend.  

Though I was skunked, I took solace in the fact that I taught my wife and son to fish.

The Focker's would be proud of you !