First time Dad took me on a week-long fishing trip to New England (13 hour drive up). We borrowed my Uncle’s boat and we got stuck in the middle of the lake because my Uncle didn’t realize he needed two batteries (one for starter, one for trolling motor) and we sat there waiting for our friend to go to the cabin and back to assist us to get home. Fortunately, the starter battery had juiced up JUST enough and we got the motor running and wide open throttle all the way back to the docks. It was a superb week after that. That was the trip that got me back into fishing and I haven’t stopped. Now, I’m passing everything on to my two children.