When I caught my current PB it was “one of those days”. Day of nothing but crap at work, irritable, didn’t sleep well the night before. I get out to the pond, and first cast my crankbait catches a tree limb on my back cast and my line just explodes off my reel. I mutter some choice words under my breath, retrieve the crank, and take the rod back to the car as I didn’t want to deal with it at that moment.
Grab my other baitcasting setup, first few casts no problem then I get a gnarly backlash which stops my line hard and my jig goes flying halfway to California it seemed like. Retie, cast again and my line breaks deep in the spool somewhere. I take that rod back to the car, couple deep breaths, and grab my spinning rod.
Throw a wacky rigged 4” black and blue Senko a few times, nothing. On that 5th cast, I feel the tick and the line swims off. Set the hook and it felt like I just set my bait into a redwood tree. Still caught the fish though!
It always seems to be the days where nothing is going my way that turn into the best fishing days. Could be a coincidence, who knows. That’s why no matter what if I can, I try to go.