The other day my brother and I went to our neighbor's farm pond. We had been out fishing all day on the creek for carp and catfish, but we hadn't had any luck, so we headed to the pond. The guy who owned the pond said that the pond was really low, but we could try our luck with it. The pond only had about half as much water in it as it did at this time last year, but we went ahead and threw our lines in anyway. I went to the south side of the pond and my brother stayed up on the dock that was on the north end. After about thirty minutes, I decided I needed some bobbers so I told my brother to watch my pole while I went up to the truck. When I was about 250 feet away, I heard my brother yell at me to come back. I took off running full speed, but I can't find my pole. My brother gets over to my side and sees my pole about 5 feet into the water. Only the very top of the pole is sticking out so I jumped into the pond and quickly found out the water is a lot deeper than I had anticipated. Luckily I fell forward and was able to grab the end of my pole. Since I was off balance and in the water, I handed the pole to my brother. We finally got the fish hauled onto the bank. We ended up with a nice looking 15 pound channel cat for our efforts. Our neighbor watched the show from his porch and decided we provided pretty good entertainment as we wrestled the fish to shore. He got a great story and my brother and I got a good workout, saved my pole and ended up with a freezer full of fresh catfish.