Did I Really Just Fish the Provo?

By the masses (8) of people i thought maybe we made a wrong turn somewhere. Our morning started off with a little excitement. the roads were a bit slick and as we were making our way up the hill a truck coming at us lost control and started to fish tail, seemed like he missed us by no more then 10ft. he couldn't get control of his slid and went off the road and flipped over. we quickly made a U-turn to give them some aid. we ran to the truck and heard a lot of panicked commotion and we really thought somebody had to be messed up. it was a husband, wife and three little ones, looked no older then 8-9 yrs. the mom had the seat belt wrapped around her neck somehow and as i tried to get the door open scott struggled to get the mom free of the seat belt. we accomplished both but there was no way they could get out from the door so with the windshield already destroyed and partially dislodged we just ripped the rest of it off. they all five were able to walk out of the wind shield and surprisingly everyone was in really good shape. the mom had a couple of cutts on one of her hands and that was it. mom was a bit shaken but everyone else were in good spirits. we waited around till the cops showed up so that the family could stay warm in our vehicle and once the cops showed up we were on our marry way. i was hoping that since scott and i did our good deed for the day that the lord would bless us with some phenomenal fishing. well sometimes it doesn't work that way so our fishing was less then stellar but we managed to get into a few decent fish. the wind kicked our ass all day but other then that the weather was cope-able. anyway, as to my provo reference, this particular piece of water does not see much pressure and i rarely ever run into any other anglers while fishing there but today, for some reason, i counted eight other anglers and it really dampened my mood. where the hell did they all come from? it was rediculous!