FWIW - all throughout my teenage years, the one thing that would guarantee my interest would be my father telling me no or simply that I wasn't capable, being foolish....

I always had an interest in hunting, fishing, camping ... my father did not. I was able eventually to talk him into taking me fishing a few times, graduating into twice a weekend for years culminating into family vacations spent fishing up north. Quite often, he'd make the tools we'd use or be working on someone's cabin (on his vacation) while I was out fishing. Being in a fishing sized boat was always a bit out of his comfort zone since couldn't swim but he did it anyway.

My interest in fishing began to wain once I actually figured out how to catch fish on a regular basis and stopped abruptly one day when a car horn blew. We were pulling into the driveway after a week up north and one of my friends drove by with girls in the car. DOH!

I discovered Q trips in college and I don't think I've fished locally before or since. I know he's never suggested we go fishing in 35+ years. He did enjoy it somewhat but there were things/priorites in his life that he enjoyed more than fishing. To him, fishing is an excuse to sit on your butt and waste time while claiming to be doing something of value. Kind of like how I feel when taking my daughter to hockey practice. At least she enjoys it. I'd even take her fishing if she asked.

Oh that's right, I did take her fishing once - up north, friends cabin. I fixed the screen door that didn't open right too.  ;D