Today's POD is circa 1985. My first and only trip to the BWCA.
There was 6 of us, 3 of them were guy's that were friends of my friends and had NEVER canoed before.
2 were from Georgia. Had never seen that much fresh water in their lives. One of them a guy named Whitey freaked out when he saw me drinking water out of the middle of a big lake.
Those SB were caught from the spill out at Louisa Falls. We stayed at the campsite next to falls.
We got there late in the day and after swimming in the falls we set camp. They wanted to relax and broke out the booze and pot. I put my bathing suit on and waded out waist deep and started pitching a little 1/4 jig with yellow curly tail in to the gravel spillway.
Every cast I caught a 2-4 lb fish. We decided we'd have a big fish fry. I caught and kept the best ones while the guy's got a fire going and were cleaning them.
I was so excited catching all those fish, I lost track of time and it got dark real fast when the sun went down, something I wasn't used to.
I get back to camp and find they had already fried up most of the fish, leaving me a few measly fillets!
They said they couldn't wait they had the munchies!

I got my "revenge" the next morning when ALL of them came back from the Thunderbox in horror because they

had WORMS in their poo!
Turns out being drunk/stoned isn't best when you're trying to fry fish to the right temp.
They had eaten breaded fish that wasn't cooked well enough to kill the worm bacteria.
I cooked my own and had no issues.
For the rest of the trip they were looking/worrying they had some rare fish-borne illness. I was the only one that ate fish after that too.

Went we got home they all went to the Dr to be checked out. That taught them not to start a fish dinner without me.