Many years ago my dad and I were fishing in the winter and I got my lure hung in a tree. Didn’t seem that far up so told dad to hold the chair and I’d step up quickly and get the lure. Well the seat rotates and dumps me out into the lake. Dad was just a laughing as I come up. He helps me into the boat and we head home. I can’t remember if I got the lure back or not. Man that’s a good memory. I miss my dad and fishing with him.