Earliest Memory

One of the earliest memories that I can recall involves a fishing trip with my dad and cousin at the Tongue River resivoir. I was only about 4 years old and I loved to fish and hunt when i was younger...well i guess i still do. Anyway, i remember my dad would always cast for us and we would sit in our little chairs by the water and patiently watch our bobbers. I was having some trouble with my worm so my cousin Ty, who was a few years older, came over and helped me. He left his pole unattended for no more than 5min and all the sudden it went dashing into the water. He began to cry and got very upset. About an hour later i remember i had a huge bite and could barely hang on to my pole! My dad came and began to help me before i too lost my pole. After some very tough reeling we were shocked to see what was coming out of the water. It was my cousins pole! and the fish was still on it. We were very suprised and amazed how lucky the situation turned out, and i believe that is why it is one of my earliest memories.