Great stories so far. Here is one of mine. RT already beat me to the river dunking one. Did your Dad always tell you to stay up river of him? Mine did. I just figured it out a few years ago why, to catch me as I went floating by. So here is one story. We use to live in upstate NY and did all our fishing there. I started going when I was 3 years old. On one trip to Lake Champlain we were fishing at a friends cabin on the lake. As the grown ups were BSing, I was prowling the lake shore with my flash light and rubber boots. My nickname was rubber boots Boylan. I always had those things on. I was around 4 years old at the time. As I'm looking around the lake, my parent's friend asks me what I'm looking for. I replied Champ. Now, Champ is Lake Champlain's version of Nessie. When they asked what I was going to do with Champ when I caught him, I said "Boot Him in the ass, and throw him back in". My Dad fell off his chair and has laughed for years about that. His friend still use to ask if I ever caught Champ. I will post another later.

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Just because I look big, dumb, and ugly, doesn't mean I am. It means I can stomp you for calling me it!