The swans are a less wild and let you get quite close. Although they do hiss at you if you get too close.

Tom took his fishing pole, but realized when he got on the lake that he forgot his license. However he did catch a red plaid shirt (the one he was wearing) with one of his fishing lores, hooked it in the back and it gave quite a fight, embedding the hooks quite deeply. So in the middle of the lake I had to cut out the hooks, to permit him to paddle himself to shore. Not quite a fish, but something pretty big, about 175 lbs. Top that britknitter's sister.
