Boat- Fishing by myself (and my dog) one day on the river. Caught a limit of fish and headed back to ramp. Weather was also moving in, and began to rain steadily. Got to ramp, grabbed pickup and trailer, and backed er down. I had the pickup running and dog was in cab of truck. I get get on dock, hop in boat and untie. Now, maybe I should not have untied, but the motor had ran absolutely perfect all afternoon, as well as every single outing before this one. One pull start every time. As I am drifting slowly away from dock, I cannot for the life of me get that motor started.
Pretty soon, I am about a mile downstream. Pickup still running, and pooch still in cab, and me wet. Unfortunately for me, there was only one other boat out that day, and was nowhere to be seen. I cranked and cranked and could not get it going. Panic mode setting in a tad at this point. Probably flooded after awhile, but still not sure why it did not start after those first couple pulls.
Finally stopped raining, and after what seemed to be 2 hours (more like 15 minutes); all of a sudden I hear a boat in the distance. Was never so happy to see another boat in my life! Haha. Flagged em down and they towed me in. Loaded up boat after a big thank you to the towers. After a long ride home, I had to hook boat up to garden hose. Wouldn't you know it motor fired on FIRST pull! Just glad there was another boat, would have made for a completely miserable day! Haha.
Shore: Fishing for pike on Lake Sak in the spring about ten years ago. Was way back in a bay and wanted to get to a shoreline/point that was on the other side. After a long hike around, I decided to take a little shortcut through the way end of the bay what in what I thought would be just a little muddy. After debating, my buddies took the long way around (smart choice). Bound and determined to get to the "spot" faster....I started to walk across with two handfuls of fishing gear and got about 1/2 the way across and sunk in halfway up my shins. I knew when I first started the run, it was not going to end up good for me. No turning back after I started. That mucky crap was like quicksand. Not good. Dropped my tackle box in mud after trying to keep balance. After getting mud pretty much all over myself, I wiggle my legs loose, but lost my shoes in the process. No extra clothes, but buddy had extra pair of boots. Was not very prepared that day, went after school; didnt have all my normal gear. Proceeded to fish on and lick my wounds. I still catch some crap for that one. I learned a very wise lesson that day. DON'T BE STUPID.