This could start a new thread called "biggest jerk ever," or something, but here goes:
About 2 years ago, a person in my fishing club kept bugging me to take him to the OP for winter steelhead. So I finally picked him up and drove my driftboat 200 miles to the Hoh, buying gas all the way. I had a cooler of food and some beer for after we got off the water. We fished all day, me on the oars, he in the bow seat, pot shooting the best spots before I could set the anchor. He hit 2 fish, me zero. My eggs. I had prepaid the motel, so that was also on me. Next day, we floated another river for about 8 miles with me on the sticks the whole way. At the pullout, he confessed he couldn't ride a bike, so I hopped on my mountain bike and cruised uphill for an hour while he sat in the bar sucking beer. He hit 1 nice fish, me nothing. You guessed it, I paid for another tank of gass and drove us home. When I dropped him off, he said " thanks for the ride, but fishing was pretty slow."