My best vacation was when a group of us guys drove as far north into Canada (Kenora) as the roads would allow us, above Minnesota.
From there we flew in a pontoon plane north some 100+ miles and stayed
at a hunting and fishing resort. One day while trolling for Lake trout,
we passed by my Dads boss and son and we waved. After a bit my Dad
hooked one, my brother and I quickly reeled in and 1 on the wheel and the other on the net. While we prepared for a landing, we noticed that my Dads boss, some 300 yards behind us, had one too. A minute a drama climaxed
when my dads line popped out of the water, hooked lure to lure with his boss.
My Dads luck went bad and worse. While everyone was catching fish, my dad couldn't get a bite. The next day we were trolling in the same area, my dad flicks a cig butt over the side and the wind caught it and blew it back at his line and burnt it. He's grumbling and re-spooling his reel and my brother and I are laughing are asses off. We start to troll again and my dads other friend, our team leader, races by yelling, " cut your lines and head to shore". It was sunny out we thought, but there was a darking sky approaching. My dad says cut the lines and we headed to shore a bout a mile away. By the time we made it to shore, our boat had 6 inches of water in it.
Canadian storms aren't no joke. We were packing up the last morning before heading home and my dad, still skunked, goes out on his own to try 1 last time to catch a fish. Low and behold he caught a Northern pike some 4-5 pounds. The smile on his face was priceless.