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Share your fishing stories here.
« on: October 27, 2010, 01:03:56 am »
I'd like this thread to be about WTA members fishing trips.  Your best one, the one where you caught the monster, the odd one, etc.  No fibbing allowed.  The reason I'm starting this thread is because of what happened on my trip today:

Myself, my father and my B.I.L. Allen went fishing at a local small reservoir.  Just one of those grab your gear and go spur of the moment trips.  The weather was rough, enough wind to really ripple the water, and it's alternating between fairly chilly but sunny and downright cold with blowing light snow, and we're standing in about 4-6" of snow on the shore.  

We've been out there an hour with no luck.  I'm running a worm on a bobber, dad's running powerbait on a sliding sinker and splitshot rig, and Allen's running powerbait under a bobber with a small weight midway up his leader.  

 BAM!!  Allen gets a hit, and drags in a good pan sized rainbow.  About 10 seconds later, my bobber disappears, and I haul in a little brookie that's just big enough to be worth keeping. Dad's had only a couple nibbles.

Allen re-baits and casts back out.  Another 10 minutes or so, and his bobber submarines.  He goes to set the hook.  SNAP!!  Line breaks between the bobber and his pole.  So, here we sit watching his bobber swim around, diving and surfacing about 20 yards from shore.  He's pissed, dad and I are laughing.  He re-rigs and casts back out.  About 5 minutes or so go by, I get a light strike, but not enough to get a hook set.

Meanwhile, since he's had no luck in about 2 hours with his original set up, dad gets busy trying to re-rig with a bobber and bait set up like Allens with ice cold wet fingers.(In case you didn't know, trying to tie knots in stiff, cold, and icy fishing line with cold-numbed fingers while shivering is not for the impatient)

A few minutes later, Allen gets a good strike, but can't set the hook, and loses his bait.  Meanwhile, his other bobber's still out there swimming around, going under and popping back up.

Just as Allen get's the lid off his powerbait, I get a light bulb going off in my head, so I holler down the shore:  "Hey!!  Throw your bare hook out past your bobber, and see if you can gaff the line!"  It works.  First try he lands his hook out past his bobber and he starts reeling in slowly.  The hook catches the line, slides up to the bobber and cinches tight.  He starts reeling it in.

Ten feet from shore, the fish spits the hook out. :doh

But hey, at least he got his rig back.
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    « Reply #1 on: October 27, 2010, 04:04:48 pm »
    I've done very little fishing at all, just a couple of boat trips with my father on holiday in Madeira. We went out on a boat kitted out in a similar way to the Orca in Jaws in what was considered the middle of the season for Blue Marlin. What species the one fish we caught was, I don't know, but I think that Blue Marlin are bigger than ten inches long. :facepalm
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    « Reply #2 on: October 28, 2010, 03:50:11 pm »
    I caught a fish this big!!!

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    « Reply #3 on: October 28, 2010, 04:06:27 pm »
    My best one?

    Without a doubt when I was four or five years old.  With my Dad.  Caught my first fish ever by myself.  Belly hooked a walleye.

    Dad was so happy I got a fish on my own, however it was hooked.  I was so happy Dad was happy.

    One of the best days of my life.

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    « Reply #4 on: October 29, 2010, 02:00:35 am »
    Me and my fishing buddy have been hitting local lakes and the ocean up hear for more than a decade now. One trip comes to mind over the hundreds of rest.

    We were fishing a Dear Lake in island county WA, it is surrounded by houses but has public access and no gas motors, nice place to fish.

    I was killing them, I directed my buddy to point his little livingston 8' towards a hole I knew on the far side of the lake. 20 minutes later I was limited out on really nice fat rainbows all a pound or better.

    My buddy, Mike, hadnt even got a sniff.

    I proceeded to do what I do best on a fishing trip, take a nap, while Mike just got more and more frustrated.

    2 hours later we were on the far side of the lake and God was punishing me for my gloating. I recieved one of the worst case of stomach cramps in my life. The nearest bath room was about 10 minutes away and there was no way I could make it. There was, however, a vacant lot. We made are way to shore and I pushed through the heavy brush and proceeded to produce enough fertilzer to cover a couple acres. I felt much better. Untill I realized I had nothing to wipe with. All the bushes arround were pine trees and blackberry bushes.

    I did have my favorite Gerber Gator with me and decided that I would go commando for the rest of the trip. I tossed the soiled boxers behind me where they promptly stuck in the bushes about 8 feet in the air. They stayed up there as a symbol you could see from the lake for at least 3 years.

    but that is not the end of the story...

    Mike decided he wanted to troll a bit, we set out and he had his first hit of the day! Unfortunatley he wasnt holding his pole when it happened and it dumped over the side of the boat and sank.

    He asked to borrow my pole and affixed a big treble hook and weight and dragged that lake for a good 3 hours. Pulling up weed and old line untill he found one that just kept coming. On the other end was his pole. He was so happy he almost forgot to reel it in. When he did he discovered a.....

    6 inch trout. I've never hear a man cure a baby fish like that.

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