i've had AT LEAST my fair of mishaps while tryin to get some fishin done, the list is long & ugly, ran my new 18fiberglass fish & ski into the concrete launch ramp at a pretty good clip (forgot to put the plug in & didn't figure out why I couldn't get to top speed until I was hundreds of yards from the launch--> started late 3:30 pm or so out of hoodsport in december, got caught in rain pissing down sideways in complete darkness, inching back @ crawl trying to keep the house lites on the bank visible & not run into nets when a 25' deep bowed wooden boat without any lights ROARED past with 3 native americans in field jackets, if i had my pole in my hand i could have whipped 'em =pure instant shock terror,
--> big motor won't start 12 miles out past # 8 bouy out of westport, compass only, radio that works? are u kidding me, both cells phones on low batts, kicker runs when it wants to, no fleet in site, outgoing tide, limped in (LONG STORY), ---> sound flat as a pancake, i'm running all out @ 43+ mph, just past boston harbor towards & almost right @ johson point, when the sound opens up UNDER me, no warning, we're all ass over tea kettle, i can type this because i had the motor cut off clipped to my belt --> the list goes on but, the worst fishin trip i ever had was when i 4 or 5 yrs old, in OH, got my first cain pole (w/7 brothers & 2 sisters & no alot money to go around, your first cain pole was precious, now your big & can fish) & my older brother & I walked several miles to a farm pond, rolled over logs, put a white grub on, threw it & waited, set it down to take a pee, & off it went, i couldn't get to it, it was gone, i could see a big purple bluegill, body sideways to the bank, just yarding it out, my older brother kept fishin, I had to watch my cain pole float in the middle of the pond for hours, had to walk all the way home, (the longest walk of my life & i'm a grunt) in sweltering july heat, i'll never forget the loneliness & despair, & just how miserable tired i was ever f___n step of the way home......