My dad who taught me and was my fishing buddy were fishing at Lake Lucas in the winter time. We both had insulated coveralls on and were trolling along the bank casting looking for bass or anything that would bite. I happened to throw up into an overhanging tree and we went over to get it. Couldn’t quite reach it so told dad hold the chair and I would step up and grab it. Well around swings the chair and dumps me right in the water boots and all. Once I surface and scramble back into the boat with the help of my dad the laughter starts. Well I’m blaming him, he’s blaming me we are both laughing. It’s not cold ( I’m freezing) let’s keep fishing. Nope my dad knows better so home we go. I can’t even remember if we got the lure or not but I will never forget this memory of many I have with my dad. I miss him everyday.