I had a partner that was at his best on less than 3 hours sleep and hungover nasty smelling like a brewery.. occasionally he'd still have lipstick from some chick he hooked up with at East Fork the night before. He always called them hotties, but nobody ever actually saw what he went home with. I'd wake up in the room, no partner in site, his bed still made. About 4-5am while I was out front loading gear back in the boat from the room he'd pull up, open a beer, and start preping his stuff for the tournament.

Your right, but I prepare the same way every time no matter what. And whenever i am fishing with someone new, no matter what they tell me, I don't go in with expectations of serious hard-core fishing. I expect to spend the day catering to them. Heck if i bring someone along with me, I plan on catering to them no matter what, because they are my guest. I never expect them to pay for gas or anything, I would have spent the same amount in gas whether or not they went. If they offer, I refuse to accept the money, but if they insist then I take it and thank them no matter what they paid.

That description does no kind of justice. I'm standing there before I even put the boat in and all these other tournament guys are making jokes and grab a$$ing around; having a BIG time. I was standing there thinking, "it's ok, m fishin buddy will be here momentarily and we can giggle and have fun too". So there I was, staring down the road like a child of divorce waiting on his dad....... Eventually it was my turn at the launch. Of course I was he wierd-o with no partner holding up traffic. I could see their thoughts all over their face. (he must be gay. He must have no friends. Loser).
So I finally get launched and start the day doing pretty good until I was overpowered by a good 7 that would have put us in contention if I had a net man. When the phone rang, it was the pinnacle of the morning bite and I was instructed to make my way back to the ramp to pick up Willie Dump Dump. He DID have a happy meal and it DID help until I finished it at which point it was back to being mad. I spent the rest of the day dealing with a hung over a$$ that threatened to throw me in the water if I didn't fish a certain tree. My trolling skills, my lure selection, boat position and just about every other tactic were critiqued. All at the top of his voice.
We are still fishing partners. Because I am a good man.

That description does no kind of justice. I'm standing there before I even put the boat in and all these other tournament guys are making jokes and grab a$$ing around; having a BIG time. I was standing there thinking, "it's ok, m fishin buddy will be here momentarily and we can giggle and have fun too". So there I was, staring down the road like a child of divorce waiting on his dad....... Eventually it was my turn at the launch. Of course I was he wierd-o with no partner holding up traffic. I could see their thoughts all over their face. (he must be gay. He must have no friends. Loser).
So I finally get launched and start the day doing pretty good until I was overpowered by a good 7 that would have put us in contention if I had a net man. When the phone rang, it was the pinnacle of the morning bite and I was instructed to make my way back to the ramp to pick up Willie Dump Dump. He DID have a happy meal and it DID help until I finished it at which point it was back to being mad. I spent the rest of the day dealing with a hung over a$$ that threatened to throw me in the water if I didn't fish a certain tree. My trolling skills, my lure selection, boat position and just about every other tactic were critiqued. All at the top of his voice.
We are still fishing partners. Because I am a good man.

I guess I just need to vent! One of my buddies knows that I am a avid fisherman and he is always talking about how many fish he can catch. So I invited him to go fishing with me yesterday. We leave the house at 5am and at that time he proceeds to tell me that he only got 3 hours of sleep the night before, didn't think much of it at the time. So when we get to the lake, he brings one rod and a tackle box with about 10 lures in it, so at this point I'm starting to laugh. The entire time we are out there he is either talking to his girlfriend on his iPhone or playing games on his iPhone. We fished up until lunch and he is still throwing the same lure as he started with and hasn't caught a da*n thing. We went back to the ramp to get a bite to eat, and he won't stop complaining about how tired he is. So at this point he asks if he can sleep in the truck until I'm ready to leave!! I thought he was kidding at first! So I go on and do my thing and I head back in at about 6pm or so and he's still asleep. He wakes up when I go get the truck to put the boat on the trailer and doesn't help me one bit! Last time I offer to take his lazy a$$ fishing again. Is it just me or am I making a big deal out of nothing?

My partner is late, spills worm dye on my carpet, gets sleepy, hits the cowling with worm weights and the list goes on. But I wouldn't trade him. LOL

I bet the jackace didnt offer any money for gas either. You should have charged him 50 bucks lodging fee to sleep in your truck!

when I was a kid used to take a kid who would never bring any money for anything... we were going on a trip and my dad said he can't go unless he paid his way.. he said he would and showed up with a box of donuts... he ate all but one and it was half eaten... my dad never took him again