I loved this. These stories of dealing with difficulties with a focus on the funny are some of my favourites. Reminds me of when I recently read someone's narrative of killing a possum that went after her chickens.
Your story reminds me of when a friend and I en route to the army got stuck in a puddle, and the car stopped. And thus we trekked through almost a mile long mud-field to get to a farmer who had a tractor to extricate the car.
The moment you laugh to not cry, and the moment you start changing Bob's nickname, adopting and accepting that shit had hit the fan, officially, is where I started laughing all the time, and especially at every mention of Offspring and Bob's changing names.
I could see myself, my cold-hating self, in Offspring. And I enjoyed it. From mud do you weave gold, so are stories made.
Also, next time, listen to the professional fisherman :P