One time when we went away on a holiday trip, we had rented out this place near a running river, and Dad left the fishing rod going and placed a chair on top of it to make sure it didn't fall in the water. At the end of the day, he caught a fish, and we hadn't, so he made sure to brag about it for as long as he could before he lost his voice!

That's the nice thing about fishing - we only remember the catches, especially our first one. I hope you've still got the lucky chair - it sounds like the perfect fishing accessory!