Reflecting back, what is the dumbest trip you have ever been on? Drove the furthest, fished the longest, caught the least. You know what I mean :)

Two come to mind for me, one fresh and one salt:

The December so-cal trip with Nico. Nico drove from the bay area to Atascadero. We took my truck from there and drove to So-cal for about a week with the jon boat in tow.

The weather was crap and the fishing was worse. We started at Castaic Lagoon and the campground was closed so we went to Piru around midnight. Fished Castaic the next day and caught 2 bass, the highpoint of the trip. From there it just got uglier and uglier.

Fished LMV most of the day and part of the night for just about nothing. I had one hit. I think Mark caught a 2pounder.

Went to Perris on a flat calm beautiful day and caught 2 bass, all day. One was blind and near death. Nico hooked a carp, briefly. We were the only fools camping that winter night.

Tried Diamond Valley in my boat and missed the AM trout plant due to getting lost. Got pounded around in the waves and caught 1 fish the entire day, a striper.

Wanted to go do Silverwood but it was snowing, so we took our dead striper to bass pro shops, then to Mark's house, then to Casitas. The traffic was unbelievably bad. Something happened with Nico, an energy drink, and a locked bathroom door at a gas station. We'll leave it at that.

It rained all morning. At Casitas we caught a fishing rod, a derelict stocker trout and a water logged huddleston. Then we drove home.

Grand total. 1 striper and 4 bass. 2 nights at Mark's house watching mukie videos, and one super awesome trip to bass pro shops.

My all time saltwater trip was with some guy I met at my old job. It sounded really good on paper. 28 foot boat, two engines, half moon bay, salmon.

In the morning it was one engine won't start, crap where did my downrigger go (yeah it fell off the boat while underway), both engines are overheated, oh it's a fuel problem.

Followed by: Snagging the remaining downrigger ball in kelp, the boat reeks of chemical toilet, the fleet is 10 miles away, the swell is 12 feet.

Shockingly we caught 3 salmon. Proving that salmon are indeed just anchovies that grew up and decided that rivers are cool. We finished the day at low tide docking the boat. "Hey do you see that sandbar?" huh? "Turn the boat now!!!" We survived.

Can't wait for the next one.