re: Chronological Account of the Worst Fishing Trip of My Life

Bad trips are worth their weight in gold. They give comedic relief until you die.

I’ve got one from 30 years ago

3 separate parties are all going shrimping to the Rigolets in the mid 80s

Uncle has a Chevy 4wd POS that chugs the gas. And a slow puller.

On the way down at night. The fiberglass motor cover (inboard motor) flies off somewhere on the highway.

Shows up late to launch as we are all waiting.

Hours later we see him talking with another boat while trawling, it was an old friend.
Somehow they crossed the nets and got tangled. The greetings went from pleasant to “you stupid MF” is all we can hear. Next thing the old friend is diving to untangle

Was a bad day of no catching. Uncle decides to make another skull drag to get an extra trawl in .. so we had to wait at the launch.

The ole Chevy is moaning to pull the boat out. About burns the clutch out. Smelled like an NHRA drag strip.

We make it to Slidell and uncle needs gas. Literally runs out one block before the station. Had to buy a can to put gas in.

Runs the battery down trying to restart it.

Gets it into the lot finally and notice a flat tire. Helped him change that out.

We jumped in our truck and said F him. He’s on his own now.

My grandpa laughed about that day up to the day he died. .