It's funny, my father "taught" me how to fish.
His idea of fishing was getting away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. He cast a line out, cracked open a Coors 12-pack, sat back and waited for the fish to come to him. He fished streams like this too. Him and my uncle fished the Kern River for years before ever catching a fish.
Well, I got tired of not catching fish. So I studied Field & Stream, Outdoor Life and joined the Boy Scouts. There was this little company known as Bass Pro Shops, they were kind enough to send their catalog out.
By the time I hit middle school the tables had turned and I taught POPS how to fish.Kern River fishing was never the same for him; so many damned fish it got boring. Same as Lake Perris, all day long, nothing but Largemouths after having rarely catching anything there except for the stocked Trout.
But now I'm middle-aged and understand his style too.
Mouzer, don't succumb to pussified fishing at a pond the size of a swimming pool. Keep at it, research it out like you're doing and teach your son the right way to fish. It will stay with him the rest of his life and when he's your age, he'll do the same with his son.