Don't know if this was all stupid or just one of the worst days ever. Took a much needed day off to go hunting/fihsing. It was fall and a beautiful day. Loaded canoe, fishing tackle and shotgun and went to a really secluded, hard to get to, small resevoir. Put the canoe in the water, got everything loaded and went start the 1 hp motor. Watched the handle for the pull rope fall into deep water. Decide to put the motor back in the car and paddle. Swung the canoe around and wind caught it and slammed motor into shore, breaking the aluminum motor mount. Moter lays on the bank. I take a deep breath, calming myself and put the motor in the car. Paddle against the wind 'til I wear blisters. Get out to hunt and take 6 steps and stumble over pile of beer cans. To heck with it. Go fishing. Get to a good spot and reach for my rod. Grab the top end, lift rod, break rod. I have a small unltralight and use it and catch a large yellow perch. As I am putting it on the stringer, a family of otter come by. Canoe starts being jerked around and have a hard time keeping it upright. Pull up stringer, perch full of teeth marks. Went to a sandy shore on back side of a rock about 15 feet high. Climb up on the rock and look around. As usual there is no one anywhere around. I think, to heck with it, I will just pee on the whole day. Start to and a gust of wind hits the face of the rock and I get a shower. I decided that was all I could take. Went home. I know this sounds crazy but it is as true as sunrise.