Went fishing in the evening once during winter months when it gets dark before 6:00 PM, so it was dark on us. It was very very cold, snow flurries blowing, but we wanted to go so we went. Didn't catch any fish though. I finally said we should leave when I snagged a spinnerbait and put my hand in the water to retrieve it and it felt like it was burning instead of freezing, it was soooo cold.
Recently I was fishing and fell along the bank, twisting my ankle badly. This was about a month ago. I thought it might have been broken cause it hurt so much and I was unable to stand on it for about 10 minutes without excruciating pain. Finally I was able to stand, but very weakly and shakey legged. I thought it might only be sprained instead.......so I stayed and kept fishing. Hopped around mostly on one foot. Occasionally still today it will hurt just a bit but it's nearly well now.
Rain doesn't bother me at all now, I've learned to carry an emergency poncho in my tackle so if rain shows up I just put it on and keep fishing. Years ago though, I didn't do this, but still wouldn't quit. I'd just get soaked to the underwear but I'd still keep fishing. Many of my best days have come when the rain was steadily falling. If I see lightning though, I will quit. I notice myself looking when I enter a cove to see if there is a place where I might get out of the boat on the bank and take shelter under a cliff if there's not time to get back to the ramp. Even if there's not a cloud in the sky.
Also, I will fish if the temperature is cold enough you need a hat and gloves, or hot enough you risk heat stroke to be out in the sun. 90+ degree temps don't phase me much, I'll fish on. I work outside though year round so that helps a lot, I'm used to it. Sunblock and an occasional 5 minute break under an umbrella and it's back to fishing again.
Once I got to the launch ramp and discovered that there was a pretty large bolt stuck in the front tire on my truck. It wasn't leaking air at the moment but it looked as if it might come out any time and I'd have a flat. I thought I should probably go somewhere to get it fixed instead of staying to fish, cause I didn't have a spare tire with me, but I'd already put the boat in the water. I decided to take a chance and go fishing for several hours anyway. On the way home that bolt flew out of the tire and luckily I was only 1/4 mile away from a service station along a 50 mile stretch of highway where there is virtually nothing else anywhere. I heard it fly out and hit the wheel well on the truck and I knew immediately what it was. Inside that quarter mile I was already having to steer the truck as if turning very sharply left in order to stay straight on the road, while towing the boat. The air in the tire came out very quickly and soon I was on just the rim doing 60 miles an hour. Luckily it wasn't a blowout or I could have lost it and wrecked. I barely made it to the station, used the phone and called for help. 2 hours later I was on the way home again. I should have known better than to drive that fast once I found out the bolt was in there, but on the way up I didn't know it and was doing 70 MPH and it held. So I figured it might hold so I could get home. Oh well, live and learn.
There is a place along the Ohio river below the Greenup Kentucky dam on the Ohio side where they dump broken up concrete and rebar from demo'd buildings. I'm talking very very large, car sized, chunks of concrete and rock. There is rebar as much as 2 inches thick and several feet long sticking up out of these in many places. Then the bank is very steep as well and about 70 feet or more down to the water, in a nearly vertical decent. But if you can manage to climb down this to the water's edge, the whitebass fishing is pretty good. You end up jumping from rock to rock in order to climb down, and once you commit to the jump there is no turning back. Hope the rock isn't loose or you're going for a ride. I've been there many times and done really well fishing. It's a really treacherous climb though and if you fall you will most likely be killed. You could be impaled on the rebar, crush your head against a rock or concrete, break your neck, break your leg and be unable to climb back out and not be found for several days (slow death), any number of gruesome injuries can happen. It's a big risk, but it's worth the climb if you are able. The fishing is great. When I go, I carry a duffle bag with my Plano tackle storage trays inside, strapped to my back with the shoulder strap, and about 2 or 3 rods in one hand, carefully balancing them while I jump down the rocks.
By some standards these may not be hardcore fishing stories. To me though, sometimes these defy logic and common sense.