Here's one from my old pal, Marshall Dodge.


I was fishing for trout on the bank of the Machias river a long time ago, and the strangest thing happened. I hooked and landed a good size trout and left it laying on the bank. A couple of hours later I decided to leave because that was the only fish I had.
When I reached out to pick it up, it snapped at me! I tried two or three times to pick it up and it growled and tried to bite me. Well, I ended up pouring some water on its head and hoped it would somehow flop around and get back into the river.
I packed my gear and headed for the camp. hadn't gone far when I heard a kind of a rustling sound behind me. I looked around and there was that fish following me!

When I got to the camp, about a mile from the river, it was still behind me. That night I made it a bed by the stoves and poured water on the bedding so's it wouldn't dry out.
Next day I went to chop some wood and there was that fish following me around like a dog. Everywhere I went it flopped along behind me. I fed it corn meal and earthworms for about 6 months.

Finally, I decided to go fishing again, and sure enough there was that little fella trailing along behind me. I crossed over this rustic bridge to gain the other side and I noticed that one of the planks was missing and there was a foot wide gap in the bridge.
I didn't think anything of it until I heard the splash. That poor little fella fell through that gap.................


and drownded.