Some of mine:

1) Wearing rubber-soled hip boots before I knew the virtues of felt soles back in HS. Was sight fishing summer runs on the Kalama, standing on an algae-covered rock(may as well have been axle grease). Fish bites.....I set the hook.....2 sec. later I'm ass over teakettle upside down in the water soaked to the gills.....got the fish though

2) On the Kalama again back in 86' when the first generation Loomis IM6 1141's came out. Maiden voyage for my new baby, land a fish, set the rod down for my pliers and promptly turned around and stepped on the ferrule, crushing the ends of both halves. Splitting lot's of firewood paid for that rod. I almost cried.

3) Decided to "save" a dollar one day and bought eagle claw hooks when I left my pre-tieds at home when I should have shelled out for the Gami's......lost 6 straight fish in 3 hrs.

A couple of my buddies' best:

1) He's taking a dump in the brush, stands up, and his pliers fall out of his pants pocket and center punch his "deposit".

2) He lands a summer-run and doesn't immediately punch his fish(we're on a pod of biting fish, heat of the moment, etc...) Meanwhile, a game warden pulls up quietly behind us, I look up and give my partner a "pssst.....look behind you" so with an absolute look of horror, he's sitting there, all thumbs, trying to dig out his punchcard while his gear is mid-drift, fish flopping on the bank and the game warden is just standing there chuckling, enjoying the whole spectacle. He let the poor bas**rd off with a warning. He said after a laugh like that he didn't have the heart to ticket him. Warden was actually really cool and we became friends for years thereafter.