Four years old. At the lake with my dad, mom, and brother.
We hadn't caught much all day, a few perch, maybe a couple small largemouth bass. I had a rubber worm on my line, and hooked and landed a 5 lb. walleye. Catch of the day.
As we were loading up to leave, I was sitting in the car, and my dad jokingly said I had "Earned myself a beer", cracked a Pabst and handed it to me. I was quietly sipping it in the dark. A few minutes later, as he got into the car with my mom, he said, "Maybe you need some help with that" and picked it up.
His next words were, "Geezus, this things almost empty!"
Mom was pissed. I slept through the entire car ride home.
