Well, since Adam brought it up. When we were driving to the ramp Adam made the comment about ever hearing banjos playing. That's how far back in the swamp we were. Well, coming out I made a right turn instead of a left and ended up deadending myself. Had to back the boat a half a mile before I could turn around. Now to his lost rod. You can tell the boy never rides in anything that goes over 3 mile a hour. We were making about a five mile run when he leans over and asks me where my rods are. I told him they were in the rod boxes. He then told me his $125. jig pole had blown out. It's really kinda odd since it was right next to his hand. I offered him a loaner till he could get one, but he refused the offer. We couldn't get bit for nothin. Bad thing is we met crimsonsnipper on the water and he was catching fish on my jigs. I guess that tells you what kinda fishermen we are.... Enjoyable morning with Adam even though we didn't cath anything.