I was about ten when I talked my dad into taking me summer steel-head fishing with him. It was summer time and I did not have waders. We wade fished behind a dam that was draining a snow melt lake and the water was under 40 degrees. Like a tough kid I just waded till my legs were numb then I was good. We did great fishing I still remember the caddis fly bite. At the end of the day I exited the river to see that I had been walkin around on the side of a broken ankle all day. My dad freaked out and drove me straight to the hospital (3hrs away), but as I thawed out I was screaming. My ankle looked like a purple and black cantaloup for weeks and my Dad was really hard on himself, My Mom wasn't so happy neither.
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