"A bad day fishing os better than a good day at work" my ass. Second worst morning I've ever had in the lake. One of our downriggers crapped the bed and we almost lost our probe on the bottom. While pulling it back from 200ft down by hand, the other one goes off. Turns out the three pound salmon that we hooked wasnt strong enough to pop the release, and just swam back and forth, tangling itself up with three other rigs. After losing about 200 ft of line on most of our rigs, we decide to just surrender and head in for breakfast. Halfway back, the engine shuts off from full throttle, and we had to call the neighbor to tow us in. Then, getting out of the boat, I dropped my lunchbox, it popped open, and my sandwich fell in the water.
I'd rather have gone to work.