At least you got fat smarra mouth bass :)

Aright let's keep the stupidity rolling.

About 5 years ago I got pretty in to fishing team tournaments out of my 15' jon boat. For some reason it seemed smart to go to New Hogan lake in March during a major rain storm. By myself. Having never been there before.

I only got a little lost and was actually in time to check in. Only thing was that 30+ mph winds were blowing straight on to the launch ramp. So the tournament was canceled. Only team tournament I've ever been to that got outright canceled.

Not wanting to waste my day, I did what any idiot would do and went to Pardee. I think I saw Sacto John there that day. But not many other people because the weather was... Slightly bad.

Being protected from south wind, the launch ramp was do-able. I rolled out and made a few casts with a Castaic trout. 8lber drills it in the first 5 minutes. The wind is slamming the boat. Lose the fish reaching for the net. Rip the livewell hose out of my cooler in the process.

Somehow I got out around the corner and ran up the lake. Flipped some trash pockets. Hooked a bass and lost it. The wind stopped and the rain started. Crazy monsoon rain style. Caught nothing for a few hours and decided to try by the dam. My trolling motor controls went out, board got fried.

Retreated in defeat with 6 inches of standing water in the boat. Realized my cell phone was fried and wallet soaked. Spread the contents of the wallet around the inside of the truck along with the rest of my soaked gear. It looked like some kind of Hoarders episode - truck edition.

On the drive home the wind was blowing about 50 on the Altamont. The cooler lid on my livewell ripped off and blew away like a kite. Just glad the boat didn't go with it.