“Snap out of it, my love,” Sheena urged, “it was just a silly fish. Life will go on.”

One of my favorite reads is Drive Nacho Drive, a journal of the travels of Brad and Sheena as they slowly circumnavigate the globe in their trusty 1984 Volkswagon Vanagon Nacho.

Brad, Sheena and Nacho are currently in South America where they have been doing a little fishing in the northern Lakes District of Patagonia. In this post titled, "The Worst Day of My Life," Brad writes about one of those defining lifetime angling moments.

Soon, my line was taut, and pointed straight into the dark water at my feet. I still couldn’t see the fish, but I could tell that it was right in front of me. Suddenly she twisted, revealing the side of her body. A blaze of silver the size of a toddler flashed from beneath, and again the expletive stuttered on my tongue.

“FUH-FUH-FUH…!”

Give it a read