I feel like I've been on a lifetime of dumbest trips ever, but I'll stick to this year.

This spring I decided to make the most of the day before a tournament by getting up at o-dark-thirty to go fun fishing. The fun fishing wasn't really that, so around noon I bailed and made the 2 hour drive out to Berryessa where the tournament was.

The fishing was pretty good, railed some random spinnerbait fish in the first 15 minutes, and found some huge ones cruising. I ended the day by towing some poor bastard in a broken down ski boat a few miles back to the ramp.

Back home around 10-11pm I gathered up my gear for an hour of re-rigging. Right in front of my door I dropped about 10 bundled rods to get my keys and a #4 round bend gammie sunk halfway through my right ring finger.

A half hour of half-hearted work with a pare of pliers, an hour+ in the emergency room, and (finally) another hour of rigging rods and it was about time to wake up for the tournament.

I don't remember that day much, but we did come real close to winning that tournament off the fish I found the previous afternoon. So maybe not so dumb after all :-)


(Really dumbest trip ever? Every time I go to Chabot....)