No peaches at the helm!
Fishing is humbling. Like the time my mother-in-law screamed, “Are we sinking?” The Sword keeled over as I accidentally drove up one side of a rock and down the other. Very vividly, I can remember answering “I don’t know!” as she instinctively bundled our eight month old baby Ivy into warm clothes. It was Ivy’s first time to eat canned peaches and she had been too precious for me not to hold. Luckily, the Sword sustained very little damage and now we have a “No peaches at the helm rule!”