This may not be the absolute dumbest, but it sure did make me laugh. I went to the beach on a Saturday afternoon early September of this year. It was sunny and nice, and there were still a lot of tourists around. I found a school of blues with peanut bunker trapped in the pocket of the beach and the west wall, and proceeded to catch some fish on my small rod and popper -- nice warm wading in shorts and a tee. A few more guys came down the beach and also were into them. Everythings fine, nobodies getting tangled, and the fish were hanging there.
I catch another one, and when I stop to take the fish off, this frat dude comes down and starts fishing right in front off me. He's got a pool cue of a boat rod, with a HUGE spinng reel - Pen 850 I think, held UPSIDE DOWN
Now the first wave had a bunch of red weed mung, so you had to skip your popper over it to not get fouled -- but this guy has a crankbait that he drags thought the mung, so he has to stop and clean it off after every cast. Meanwhile, me and the guys on the other side kept hooking up, and the fish came in just outside the first wave. He gives up cleaning and starts casting away, and ends up with about ten feet of his line covered in Mung, but he just kept reeling it in, all piled up on his guides, and whipping it out about 15 feet again
He never did get a fish