Just about as I was ready to confirm your idiot status, I remembered last Saturday. Out at daybreak, going to start off with a Zara Spook, but decide to first fire a cast out into open water as far as I can to relax the monofilament on that reel. So I make this awkward cast across the boat, hook my wacky rig rod/reel and fling it into 10 feet deep water. It quickly sinks to the bottom, & I make a few unsuccessful passes over it with an umbrella rig trying to snag it. Since it is daybreak & I don't want to miss any fishing time, I note the location & start fishing, planning on swinging back by later to try to snag it.
However, the entire morning, all I can think about is that pole on the bottom. It had a senko rigged up on it, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine a bass or catfish grabbing the bait and then dragging the setup who knows where. So after torturing myself for about an hour (and only catching a big bluegill who believed he could swallow a spook), I go back. I tie on a deep diving crankbait, make a few casts and snag into something unmovable. Oh crap, I suddenly realized that this is right next to a spot where I had planted a couple of Christmas trees last year. Pop goes the line, down 1 crankbait. Next up is a Carolina rig with a big treble hook on the back. Also sacrificed to the brush pile. I try another deep diving crankbait, this time an old beat up lure that I never use. Brush pile claims another victim. Fine Mr. Brushpile, I get it, you have eaten my wacky rig setup and am not getting it back. I have thrown enough good money after bad, no more.
Except all day long as I fish, it continues to bug me. I miss about 10 hook sets because I am thinking about how to retrieve the rod instead of paying attention to what I am doing. So I double back, make one last pass with a football jig with no weed guard. Immediately sacrificed to the brush pile. Okay, Okay, you win.
So after that debacle, I would say that you are actually a highly intelligent gentleman.