Cast

The year is 2008. We are standing on the shore of a small lake in Northern Illinois. “Don’t whip your pole back when you’re casting. You’re going to get your hook caught in a tree or something and lose your line.” My dad is a very good fisherman so I should listen to him. But I can definitely cast further if I whip the pole back first, so I cast the line my way. And the hook gets caught. 

“What did I just say?” I turn slowly around and see my hook caught in my dad’s forehead.