Some years ago a father and his son went to fish on a Sunday morning on the banks for perch. The father gave the rod to the son and moved up to look at lines he had set. The little boy took the rod and stretched it out, it struck the bank and the boy fell in when the father came to look for him and all he could see was his cap floating on the water. This story is true for a Grand Aunt of myLiz Kellaghan