Re: Your Worst Day / Calamities While Fishing
The Warrior Princess and I took off down to the North Fork of the White River (about a 3 hour drive) for a 3-day weekend (2 day trip) of camping and wade fishing in the Fall a few years ago. She was really due for some down time, so I was really determined to make it a nice trip for her. We lived in a nice loft apartment in the downtown of a city of 300k people. Sooooo...
We get camp all set up just before dark when it hits me: I haven't seen the wader bag, which contains our waders and boots. I had left it outside the door of our apartment in the hallway!
I called our neighbor. He confirmed the bag was still there. He was also the resident manager, so I asked him to use his master key and slip the bag inside our door. I drove all the way back, got the bag, and drove back to camp...6 hours. It was now midnight.
The next morning I awake and discover the campground owners' cat mangled and hanging from the under-carriage of my truck. I disposed of the body quickly. Then the Warrior Princess got up and asked what was for breakfast. That's when I realized I hadn't brought anything for breakfast. Mind you, we were a good 30 minute drive from the nearest gas station...and more like an hour from any sort of restaurant or grocery store. So I had quite a bit of whining and grumbling to endure until lunch time.
Then there was the time they opened up to full generators @ Norfork Dam and I got my legs knocked out from under me and swept downstream. But I didn't break my fly rod or even lose my sunglasses or hat on that deal. Danged-near drowned due to exhaustion from fighting my way out of the current and up the bank, but all's well that ends well. So that one really doesn't count.
And then there's the time that the 2-hour hike into the canyon, a couple of hours fishing, and a 2-hour hike back out turned into a 2.5 day fight for survival in the Gila Wilderness during which I lost $1500 worth of gear.
Yeah, that one was probably the worst.