As I recall, this was years ago and one of the last times I fished with my dad. We were bank beating and hitting downed trees in a small Louisiana bayou. These bayous down here have a lot of leaning and low hanging willows. I always tried to cast as close to the base as possible, I was in the front and threw right into what I thought was perfect. However I hung the bait. Looking at it, appeared I could get close enough to get it loose. As I got close, my dad was still fishing towards the other side of the tree. I was almost there and decided to lean on a tree branch. This tree had been down a while. You ever have one of those seconds that seem to last a while and all kinds of thoughts pass through your head. That was what I experienced when I heard the branch crack and felt the sideways movement. Seemed to take a minute, but probably only a second before I fell in. Lucky did not hit anything except water. Came up and my dad was still fishing. Did not even stand up. Did he ask if I needed help? No, he said "you gonna get in so we can move?" I finally climbed back in with no help and dangit I had broke off the jig. At least my rod fell in the boat. HAHAHA True story. You guys add yours. "D"

ps: he was pretty old then, which was why it was one of the last times. I wish I could go with him one more time.