BS: Fishing tales

Subject: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 06:45 PM

Dan's thread got me to thinking and I searched for fishing threads... none came up. So, what's your tale?

Subject: RE: BS: Oh Yea the Salmon are Running
From: gnu - PM
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 06:29 PM

It was windy. I couldn't chuck a fly very well. But, I was between Tom and Ted at Grey Rapids, Main Sou'west Miramichi, both famous fly fishermen. They were whippin out line and I tried my best.

At one point, I could hear the gust of wind in the trees upstream... I knew it was comin... but I needed one more cast to get a respectable cast and I went for it. I lost. The last 15 feet wrapped around my head at a million miles an hour and the fly smacked me in the forehead so hard it left a mark. Me buddies joked they could tell it was a Green Machine fly.

Tom said, "Good thing that didn't hit you in the eye."

Ted said, "I used to wear my ballcap low when I did something that fucking stupid."

Yeah, Ted was, ahhh, "blunt and to the point". He could cast a fly better than he could bat. A joy to watch. Fact is, when he was on that pool, many peeps would stop fishing and just watch. He owned the land across the river shown in my member's photo of me casting on that pool.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 06:54 PM

BTW.. that is Coughlin's Pool. Dunno if I got the spelling right.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 06:57 PM

The pool for those that might not know how to view it.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: olddude
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 07:18 PM

Well I was fly fishin with my old Irish Setter by my side one time. There was this big hole full of trout and several fishermen tossing their flies. Next thing I know my old dog takes off and dives in the hole and goes swimming by them. One old timer says .. Hey that is a nice dog does he hunt, I said no but I taught him to fish !!

absolutely true

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: olddude
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 07:38 PM

Went fishin one time Gnu ... the call to nature hit me really hard so I squatted next to a tree to answer the call .. Now mind you I am usually way the hell in the bush since I am one of those survival guys and taught it to special forces .. but this time I was at a stream that is used but not very much ... so against the tree answering the call ... next thing I hear is OH MY GOD !!... yup a group of girl scouts and their leaders going for a nature hike ... YIKES ... I nodded and said ..sorry

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Rapparee
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 09:27 PM

Couple weeks ago I went fishing over at Medicare Beach on the Reservoir (as opposed to Cardiac Arrest Beach, where I had the rattlesnake run-in).

A beautiful day, the water was clear and the breeze was from behind me. I got some good casts in, using bait and a simple float/weight/hook arrangement. Sat back, enjoying the peace.

The bobber went down, I reeled in, the line snapped. Dunno what the problem was -- it was good ten-pound test when I put it on the spool 23 years ago.

So I rigged a sinking Rapala and as I was doing so my hat blew off. Last seen it was scudding along towards the dam.

I cast the lure, watching my hat sail further and further way (straw hat). Then I had a strike -- and I set the hook! About ten seconds later the line snapped, and I lost lure and line.

Naturally there was no more line to speak of on the reel and my back up reel decided not to take up.

So I sat and pretended to fish. I did get a bit of sunburn out of a nice day, though.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 09 Oct 10 - 11:26 PM

the only time I ever went fishing I was in my 20s & with some of my parents' friends & didn't even get baited! (Just in case that's an Oz term it means fish nibbles at bait!) Tho I did catch the jacket of one of my companions when I swung my rod as demonstrated by them! So I gave up on fishing.

Dad used to belong to a sports fishing club & once caught a marlin! The head was mounted & hung high in the living room so it's spike didn't catch the unwary.

We had a photo of him & a mate with their prawn (shrimp) catch after one long night when the schoolies (school prawns - smaller species) were running - picture 2 blokes proudly displaying their catch by each holding high a feeler of their one prawn!

I'm not in the least interested in fishing, tho the one time I'd have loved being with him when he was fishing was the time a dolphin stood up in the river a few yards away & looked at him fishing on the bank.

sandra

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: maeve
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 07:08 AM

"The Big 'un Got Away"- Stringbean

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 08:19 AM

It's miracle how his pants stay halfway up.

Dave H

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Charley Noble
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 08:25 AM

maeve-

Thanks for the Stringbean clip!

That reminds me of an old tale I got from my brother-in-law who lives up in the Lincolnville Hills:

The Ice Fishing Song-2

(Parody by Garrison Keillor ©1999
Adapted by Charlie Ipcar 1/20/03
Tune: The Greenland Whale Fisheries)

When I was young I'd tell tall tales,
And lying was my sport,
But I've told no lie since late last week,
When the gang and I went "nort", me boys,
The gang and I went "nort."

The gang was Fitzie, Mike and me,
We met the break of day;
We packed the booze and the cooler in the back,
In our kingcab tore away, me boys,
In our kingcab tore away.

We reached the lake after dark,
And drove out on the ice;
We opened up the shack and we fired up the stove,
And passed that bottle twice, me boys,
Passed that bottle twice.

The fishing hole was thick with ice,
And it was late at night;
So Fitzie reached into his tackle box,
To get his dynamite, me boys,
To get his dynamite.

He lit the fuse, threw it down the hole,
And then he stamped and cursed;
"Cripes, I've made a foolish mistake,
That was our old bratwurst, me boys,
That was our old bratwurst."

Then from the hole where the bratwurst sank,
A giant fish leaped out,
A thirty-pound trout the size of a dog,
With the bratwurst in his mouth, me boys,
The bratwurst in his mouth.

So we passed the bottle once again,
To celebrate the catch;
Then Fitzie reached down for a cigar,
And I saw him light the match, me boys,
I saw him light the match.

That cigar blew Fitzie over Isle au Haut,
And Mike to the Bay of Booth;
But since my life was spared that day,
I'm here to tell the truth, me boys,
Yes, I'm here to tell the truth.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 10:34 AM

I went fly fishing once. My brother probably should have shut his zipper before I cast, 'cause there was this god-awful scream and the next thing I knew my bro was passing me overhead and landed about 25 feet out, right in the spot by the bank I was tryin' to drop a Coachman into. He was thrashin' around something wonderful, but I pulled back and re-cast, figgerin' he'd scared all the fish. Cast upstream, and let 'er drift down. Cleaned a whole staircase of little waterfalls, weren't none over six feet high, but to hear him tell it later my brother suffered the agonies of hell goin' over 'em. Well, when he came floating down I saw him and told him to get off my line, but he said some things that weren't true, so I cut the line just before he disappeared over Holycrap Falls. Didn't see him agin until it was time to go home and I'd et his lunch. I limited out on brookies and he limited out too.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Pete Jennings
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 11:14 AM

What are "brookies"?

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Charley Noble
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 11:30 AM

Pete-

Small trout that one catches in a brook.

Charley Noble

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: GUEST,olddude
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 12:30 PM

great species of trout, you have rainbow , browns, lake, saltwater, freshwater brook ... I think of all , the brook trout are the best eating fish. They are really wily critters also. Catch one on a fly the others scramble (native brook trout that is not stocked)

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 01:10 PM

Brook trout... speckled trout. Very colourful fish. Good eatin in the spring, early summer and fall. Not so good during warm weather.

I once spent a day in a boat Labrador fishin lakers while working in Churchill Falls. To get back to camp, we had to shore that boat and walk about a km along some rapids to the next lake. When we got to the next boat, the son of the guy who owned the camp was waiting and he had four 4 to 6 pound speckles. Got em on fly in the rapids. I asked if he would trade me the 6 pounder for all four of my 12 to 20 pound lakers. Not a chance. I missed out FLY fishing for huge speckles! People pay thousands of dollar for that opportunity. I was SOOOO pissed off... still am when I think about it.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: GUEST,olddude
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 01:17 PM

grab your pole and come with me high in the Rockies this summer. I will show ya some fishing

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:03 PM

Love to. Gotta do some other stuf... maybe some day.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Pete Jennings
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:17 PM

Thanks for the explanation, guys, looks obvious now and we get freshwater trout in the UK, especially rainbow. Mmmm...making me hungry!

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:23 PM

Places here in Idaho where you're not allowed to throw rainbows back. You catch 'em you gotta keep 'em. They're crowding out the native cutthroats. If you want to catch BIG fish, try fishing for sturgeon in the Snake River. Mind you, you can't take them out of the water but bragging rights on a 150 pound fish is worth it!

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:36 PM

Tastiest trout I ever ate was sea run from the Hamilton River in Labrador. Caught em at the Co-op in Wabush with a $50 bill. 4 pounds each and they were devine. Tasted like a brookie caught just after the first rain the first full moon in June.

Here's an afternoon's catch many moons ago.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: GUEST,999
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:37 PM

You filet this and I'll go get you another.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:49 PM

Here's my big fish picture but I had to back up pretty far to get the whole fish in the picture. My brothers are back by the trees holding the fish out lengthwise, and as you can see it's a big 'un.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 02:49 PM

9... now, that's a good Friday supper.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Bobert
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 06:58 PM

Back on '97 or '95, one of them years I was up on the upper Potomac River in Maryland doin' a little bass fishin' and caught an ornery ol'large mouth that was so big that the photo I took of it weighed in at 5 pounds...

That is a true story, BTW...

B;~)

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Bill D
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 07:17 PM

I have a perfect record of catching a fish every time I went fishing....












well, when I was about 11-12, I went fishing in the city lake in Emporia, Kansas. Caught a small fish on a cane pole...maybe 6" long. My grandmother cleaned & fried it for me. I haven't been fishing since. ALL my 4 uncles were avid fishermen...my father just never took to it.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: GUEST,olddude
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 07:39 PM

wish I was closer to you guys that like em. Other than an occasional brook trout I toss them back or give them away. I bet I gave away 50 lbs of fresh steelhead and coho salmon last fall.

In a month I will get into the big rainbows again .. they will start coming into the creeks

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Bobert
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 09:17 PM

So it was back around '82 and my Cozin Rufus and I were getting ready for our annual fishin' trip to Lake Accatinque so we borrowed his lively wife, Retha Mea's AMC Concord station wagon which was filled with all the important stuff, like coolers full of cold Iron City Beer, peanut butter sammichs and cold Iron City Beer...

Well, as we always did we rented a little motor boat... Had a 6 hp Evinrude outboard and didn't leak bad...

Well, in our excitement we had gotten to out favorite little fishin' spot when we discovered that we hadn't brought any bait...

Hmmmmmmmmmm??? That ain't a good thing...

So Rufus, he's the kinda guy who get real upset over little things like that and when Rufe is upset then it's a bad thing... Not that he's gonna get violent or anything but he might jump off the boat 'er break down cryin'... I could see he was about to do one of those two and was about to break into a peanut butter sammich when God Hisself said, "Boberdz!!!" I'm lookin' around going "Was that God Hisself???" when He boomed "Yes, it is me... You known, the Big Guy... Here's what you do... See that little twist tie on your sandwich bag???... Well, tell Rufus that fish will bite on it and use it for bait"...

Now God Hisself is a purdy smart feller but using a twist tie for bait was a stretch but then again that 5 fish and 2 loaves was, too, but what the hell??? Right???

So I takes a twisty tie off my peanut butter sammich bag and stick it on a #12 hook, cast out and before it hit the water a nice 3 pound small mouth bass hit it and, whooeeeee, game was on...

Rufe, he saw that and he say, "Hey, Boberdz, throw me down one of them sammiches"... He weren't hungry but he sho nuff wanted to see fir hisself if the fish would bite for him on a twisty tie so he put one on his #12 hook and cast it out and...

...BANG!!! A big ol' 5 1/2 pound large mouth hit that twisty tie and #12 hook before it his the water...

Well, Iz here to say that it was like some fisherman's devine intervention as we reeled in bass for the next hour until we looked down i the bottom of the boat and it was so filled with fish that we was close to sinking that rental boat and remembered that we ain't took out that insurance thing when we rented it so...

...I was ready to get the boat back to the rental peoples, load up our catch in the 15 coolers in the back of Retha Mea's AMC Concord station wagon and drend soem more Iron City Beer while driving home listenin' to Retha Mae's fine collection of ol' Loretta Lynn and Hank Snow 8 tracks...

Well, Rufe say's "Just one more fish, Boberdz" so I says "Okay" and Rufe, well he cast that twisty tie that last time and before it hit's the water...

...BANG!!! A big ol' 8 pound large mouth hits it and then, people, things went real strange... Ya' see, before that bass hit the water this monster mudtom come outta the water and swallowed that 8 pound large mouth and crashed back into Lake Accatinque and all was quiet for about three very long seconds when Rufus all but had his arms pulled off him as that mudtom, he, decided that he didn't much like being attached to no one with no fish pole in his hands so he took off...

Rufe was in the back of the boat with his feet up against the transom and that tom, he was pourin' on them fish coals and heading us straight toward the boathouse where we had rented the boat...

Now, my friends, there's something about a rented moat when it's being pulled 30 mph or more by an angry mudtom backwards and that something is called a serious water sprout... I mean, the back of that boat was pushing so hard that the water musta looked like a tornado and as that catfish got into the higher gears poor ol' Rufe's arms was a shabkin' and that water sprout got higher and higer and them bass fish we'd caught earlier that was the bottom of the boat was even scared....

Well, the shore was comin' in faster and faster and then...

BANG!!! Ol' Tom he hit the shore and kept on a'going and draggin' us with him... He shot right over the parking lot just missing Retha Mae's AMC Concord station wagon and across the road and into a corn field on the other side of the road and had so much momentum that we didn't come to a full stop until we was maybe a quarter mile deep in that corn field...

Well, there are times in life where there really ain't no words to describe what had just happened and this was one... I mean, we could still hear that mudtom snorting up there somewhere in that corn filed... Rufus, he look ate me and I look back and tried to say somethin' but nothin' cam out...

'Bout 4 hours later we had all them bass loaded into them 14 coolers and had made some arrangements with the boat guys for the damage and was heading back home in Retha Mae's AMC Concord station wagon with Hank Snow singing thru the 8 track...

Rufe, he was sound asleep...

Me??? Hey, just another day of fishing...

But folks around Lake Accatinque they say that now and then when the night is till that they hear the snortin' of an ol' mudtom back in that cornfield...

I donno??? All I know is what I know and that is I still have a few of them bass froze in the deep freeze so this story must be true...

Bobert

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: jimmyt
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 09:37 PM

hey, can anyone tell me a simple way of attaching a photo to my comments? I am ashamed to admit I have never found the need to do so, but I would like to put my photo up about fishing

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 09:52 PM

Jimmy, you can't do that here. You gotta link to 'em somewhere else.

Bobert, I had an experience sorta like that once, only when our boat was just about ready to sink into the Mississippi because of all the fish we'd caught we tried to start the motor and found the shear pin was busted and a storm like Noah had was boilin' up in the West. We didn't know what to do and then I remembered my Bible, so I got out, took the bow line and walked to shore pullin' that ol' boat behind me. Didn't even get my socks wet.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Bobert
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 10:00 PM

Yer one Hell of a man, Rap...

B~

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Gurney
Date: 01 Feb 12 - 10:03 PM

I fish the Hauraki Gulf, the water off one side of Auckland, NZ. My most memorable incident was fishing alone in my 14" alloy boat when a pod of orca started feeding around me. They were only interested in eating stingray, but it wasn't a comfortable feeling, being anchored in a small open boat with them sounding around me, and tossing stingray as big as dining tables about.
I reeled in my tackle and sat in the bottom of the boat until they went away.
Never fished in that spot since. I don't want to hook stingray.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: gnu
Date: 02 Feb 12 - 04:52 PM

Told this one before and don't wanna type it in all again but Gurney minded me of the time I worked my way out on a boulder field in Labrador. Tide rises FAST 13 miles from the coast thru the islands. When I saw the 6 foot fin I turned... and I couldn't see any boulders. I had to try to recall and to "feel around" with my fishing rod to get close to shore. I had five big cod and four arctic char slung over my back. I heard something behind me. I jumped in and swam tthe last bit... good thing because that covered up the wet pants after I pissed myself.

As I lay on shore, breathless, heart pounding, I saw the fin still on it's path... well clear of me. No need to piss myself, but there are some things ya just can't help when ya think, "That is one BIG trout!"

The rest of the story is good too. Another time.

Subject: RE: BS: Fishing tales
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Feb 12 - 05:01 PM

True story.

My youngest brother was stationed on Okinawa when he was in the USAF. One day he and some friends decided to go shark hunting using a powerhead (a sort of underwater gun) while they snorkeled. He shot a six foot or so shark, attached a line, and swam back to shore towing the dead fish. When he got there he found no shark on the line -- it had been eaten by other sharks as he swam the hundred meters or so to shore.

He was grateful that he decided to tow it with a line....