Any funny fishhin' stories out there?

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I've already posted a lot of my old write-ups but I was diggin' around in the files this mornin' and ran across this'n. I don't think I've ever posted it up in here.

I have posted up a couple of others of my little stories without re reading them and gotten dinged for my haste. I have gone through this and edited it and sanitized it until I believe it is presentable to the general membership here.

It makes me smile every time I think about this day. It was a lot funnier than my ability to tell it but I hope you'll all get a chuckle out of it.

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A Bad Day On Lake Conroe: A fishing story from Hell

It was a beautiful summer day in July of 1976 (give or
take a year) and I was fishing in my bass boat with a
guy I worked with. This guy LOVED fishing but he was a
poor money manager and never could get up the bucks to
get his own boat and he was alway so busy with his
church and scout mastering activities that he rarely
got a chance to fish. After a meeting one Friday, I
put tears in his eyes when I invited him to fish with
me the next morning. He stopped short of hitting his
knees and kissing my feet, but his gratitude was hard
to miss, none the less.

We were in the first cove on the east side of the Lake
Conroe Jungle when first light broke. We were both
taking some nice 2 pound black bass on Bagley's bang-o
lures and the day was off to a good start. As the sun
warms things up the action in the coves begins to fade
and I would usually head for the Jungle around 0830 to
0900. I never anchor or tie up, just troll around here
and there seeing what I can dig out from behind
various tree stumps or brush piles, etc.

My friend mentioned that he had to answer natures call
around 0930. No, it was the kind that usually requires
a sitting position for all but the toughest of men.
Anyway, I tied us up to a dead tree at his request (I
offered to return to the marina for his convienence,
but he didn't want to wast that much of his precious
fishing time just for a potty run).

So he climbs up into the tree from the boat and gets
himself situated in a position where he is able to
squat on one branch and hold onto a branch just above
his head while he is in the squatting position. He
unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans and shorts
and commenced to doing his business. Just as he was in
the middle of this, afore mentioned business, his
wallet, change and keys all fell out of his pockets
and into 7 feet of water, according to my Humminbird.
He began to freak out and I knew down deep in my
fishing heart that the day was going to go down hill
from that point on.

He cleaned up as best he could and dressed and came
down from the tree and got back into the boat and was
BEGGING me to jump with him into the water and help
him find his wallet and keys. Now, don't get me wrong,
I like the guy, I really do, but I don't like him THAT
much. I ain't jumpin' into nobody poop spot, no sir,
not even for my OWN wallet and keys. He is then forced
to go it alone and go it alone he does. He spent about
15 or twenty minutes diving and searching...never
found a thing, although I did imagine a time or two
that he had SOMETHING in his hair when he came up for
air.

Now, with his bubble busted and all the wind out of
his sails he was so discouraged that he wanted to go
home...fine, we went home. He had left his car at my
house and he had a set of "hide out keys" in one of
those little magnetic boxes behind the bumper. He
silently got out of my car, got his gear out of my
boat, got into his car and drove off.

From them on, every time I'd invite him fishing he'd
just turn red in the face, do a 180 and stomp off in a
huff. Some people just can't see the funny side of
life, I guess....W. J.
 
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Every year since I was @10 a Family week fishing in Canada on the Rideau at The Opinicon at Chafeys Lock.

While dating my future bride we decided to go there over the 4th of July in 1976. 200th year anniv. and I decide to go to Canada.

We stayed at a different place and rented a boat. Fishing was OK but we found this secluded harbour and decided to
go for a swim sans clothing. Getting a little frisky in the water and another boat full of fishermen pull in and inquire how they're "bitin":o

She's hugging the boat around the gunwals and I tell them we just scared all the fish away, And stand up au natural.
They took the hint and departed.

My best funny fishing story.
 
Ken and I just pull up to an area to do some trout fishing in the Baker River in NH.

Have to put on our hip boots and get the gear set up, Ken completes his set up before me and heads down stream.

I then head up stream and began fishing catching nothing after about a half hour.

I then decide to sneak up on Ken and try and scare him.

I head downstream and spot what I think is him on the right side of the stream fishing.

I work my way down into some brush and start shaking the branches and making noises about 20 feet away, then realize it is not Ken but some other fisherman.

I then turnaround and quickly get out of there, get back to the car and Ken is standing there. I tell him what I just did and of course he is gagging from laughter, we jump in my car and leave the area.

Thank God the other fisherman wasn't packing, I might not be telling this true story.
 
Back in the 70's we had a family vacation @ Lake Taneycomo in Missouri. My family, grandparents and aunt/uncle.

My uncle who was quite the character, grandpa, dad and myself were on the water and not much was happening.
Since it was just us guys my uncle tilted a bit, cut the cheese (not bait) and exclaimed "I'd do anything to catch a fish". With 5 seconds his pole bent over, line starting reeling out and he simply said "told ya".
 
I'm glad I wasn't there.....

A guy invited my friend to go out in his brother's motorboat. They rode off away from the dock for a while and the guy was showing how he could gun the engine and make a sharp turn when the stern dug in. During one of these maneuvers it was VROOM VROOM VROOM..... GLUG GLUG GLUG! The motor had come off of the transom and disappeared in the lake. It took them hours to row back to the dock. When I saw the guy with the boat I asked him if he'd been fishing lately. I got a really burning stare.
 
Fishing a shallow lake in FL, late in the day, had seen several alligators, maybe a hundred water moccasins. I was standing on the front, toes hanging over. All of a sudden hit a stump, boat stopped, I fell in about three feet of water head first and didn't even get wet!
 
I've got a few fishing stories on my blog…here's one of them:


Southern outdoors: Dam fishing

I tried to paste it into the thread but the pics didn't show up and the paragraphs were all mis-spaced…so I just included the link.
 
Dad was fishing on my Grandpa's pier on lake Delavan WI back in the 70's. Hooks a big Northern Pike. Fighting like crazy, Dad yells to my older brother "Get A Net! Get A Net". My brother runs all the way up to the cottage to get a net. Comes running back to the pier with our Aunt Annette in tow. Dad looks at them flabbergasted...shouts "Not Annette...A NET!". We laugh about that episode to this day. Good times! :D
 
Funny fishing stories? I fished bass tournaments for almost twenty years. I've got so many funny stories they all sort of blend together.

Buddy and I were fishing an "open" tournament one Saturday morning. We took off from the landing and ran several miles downriver to a little tidal creek we had been catching a bunch of fish in.

I dropped the boat off plane, and dashed to the front, dropped the trolling motor and picked up a rod and reel in the same motion. My buddy was still in his seat. I cocked the rod to make my first cast of the day, put my foot on the gunnel of the boat...

And I was in the water so fast I didn't know what had happened. To this day, I don't remember falling in.

The water was warm, and not very deep. I stood up and grabbed the side of the boat, and sputtered "They ain't here...we need to go someplace else."

Brian was frantically digging through his tackle-box. He looked up and saw me hanging onto the boat...."Oh...that was YOU? Man I just heard a SPLASH and was looking for the biggest topwater bait I could find."

I spent the rest of the day drying out. Nothing more miserable than wet clothes. I learned then to always have a change of clothes in the boat. Never needed them again.

We did end up having a good day and finished in the money and got "big fish" that day.
 
My wife told me I had to tell this one.

She went with me to Buggs Island one day for her first bass fishing trip. This was before we even got married. She was just learning to fish a "Carolina Rig". We were fishing along a point when she said, "I'm hung up." I turned around and saw her line heading out toward deep water. "You've got a fish...SET THE HOOK!"

She hauled back and hooked the fish, played it to the boat, where I lipped it. It was a really nice largemouth, about 4 1/2, maybe 5 pounds. I took the hook out, held the fish up and said, "That's a real nice fish."

And put it back in the water, and watched it swim off.

Then I looked up and saw the stunned look on her face and realized that it wasn't just another "nice fish." It was her FIRST fish, and to her it probably looked the size of Moby Dick.

Uhhhhh You didn't want to keep that fish did you? I guess maybe we should have taken a picture of it.

I have never lived that down. I still hear about the time I threw back HER BIG FISH! :D

She caught another one later. Several years later.

 
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Went fishing with my bil on the north fork outside of Cody.He heads upstream and I go down.Not having any luck so I head down further.Three horses are tied to a downed tree but nobodies around.Theres some crows further down at the edge of the stream in some willows raising hell.I can see a carcass in the water,I'm bored so I head into the thicket to take a look.The crows go quiet and the hair on my neck goes straight up.I back out of there and head back to the horses and resume fishing.After a bit I decide to leave and as I turn around,I see three teenaged girls sitting by the horses."Hey mister,we saw a grizzly go down into those willows about an hour ago[emoji33][emoji33][emoji33]
 
We were trout fishin' on the White in Arkansas - Zip, nada, no fish
But
A guy just down a bit was haulin' 'em in.
He saw me watching and kinda laughed - *What cha usin' for bait?* he asked.
Corn.
*Nope - Ain't bittin' corn this mornin', ya need maggots - They're really tearin' up maggots.*

He then put a finger in his MOUTH and pulled out a few and gave them to me.

We did catch fish on 'em - BUT..........
 
In 1962 I worked for the wisconsin state conservation department. On opening day I was assigned to check catchs on several lakes. I was walking along the shore and what appeared to be a grandpa, father and grandson were walking towards the shore from their vehicle all three loaded down with poles and tackle. Close to a hundred yards away they spotted me, stopped, froze and the father yelled out, "We aint fishing, the boy is fishing!" (The kid didnt need a license).
 
We were fishing for rock cod off of the Channel Islands in SoCal. We were drifting deepwater (900-1000 feet or so) in an area called the "Gap", between Anacapa and Santa Cruz (I think). My buddy had a 2 foot squid drifting, hoping for shark, while we fished the bottom. He hook about an 8 foot blue. Normally, we slip a noose around the tail and, when we move, the shark drowns. The deckhand, a young (and need I say "cocky") young man decided to gaff the shark. The shark didn't like that much and took off, pulling the deckhand overboard. I swear, when he climbed back on board, only his tennies were wet!
 
When I was about 16 my buddy and I used to sneak at night onto a series of 3 farm ponds owned by an alcoholic gun collector named Mr. Brown. One night we parked out on the road and snuck through the woods and commandeered one of the paddle boats on the shore.

We were merrily fishing away for bass when the lights in the barn came on, a man was yelling and running towards us and we paddled like heck towards the woods. A loud bang and shotgun pellets zinged all around us made us paddle faster. We hit the shore and ran through the woods to the car and out of there.

When I got home my mother said a police officer paid her a visit and asked her if she knew where her son was tonight. She said "He's fishing." He asked her where and she said "Mr. Brown's pond." He said "That right and tell him to not fish there anymore."

Things were different in 1960.
 
The boss's bad fishin' trip.

This story took place circa '76 I was a sales rep for a major food manufacturer. I could have sworn I'd written this up before but I guess not since it is not in my files. Not sure how it got left out but anyway Here is the tale. sorry It's a little late.

Our district manager was kind of a stuffed shirt. Not a bad guy really but you didn't want to ever turn your back on him. He was also a very vain person. His house, his car, his wife, his kids etc were all better than everyone elses. His friend and toady, our assistant district manager talked him into going to a boat show and he wound up buying a new boat. It was a Chrysler, what was called the "funster" w/a walk-though windshield. One of those boats that tries to be all things to all people. You could ski, you cold fish, or you could just cruise around the lake looking cool. But is wasn't built for any specific purpose or use. It was about an 18footer white with a wine colored stripe along the sides. Big Chrysler engine, 'bout a 150 IIRC.

So spring rolls around and he can't wait to show off his new rig. He threw a crappie fishing tourney on Lake Sommerville so he could make sure every one got to see him in his fine new boat. We were all supposed to arrive at the designated spot at 10:00AM on the Saturday morning, and head back home late Sunday afternoon.

Well, 10:00AM came and went and no boss. But we weren't surprised. He loves to make an entrance and he showed up a little after 11:00AM with is sidekick next to him in the cab of the F-250 and boat and trailer looking good riding along behind. He drove completely around the parking area so everyone, no matter where they were would see him. He finally chose a parking spot and stepped out of the truck and stood there waiting for every one to come running up to him to whap him on the back and compliment him on his fine new boat.

Those of us that had boats had already launched and tied up to the dock and we had a couple of the built in BBQ pits fired up and it was almost time to eat and head out to snag a few crappie. Boss and toady made a big production out of backing the boat down the ramp. Boss backed it up to the head of the ramp and then started hollering instruction to toadie on how to back it down slowly keeping the trailer straight on the ramp. He was yelling way too loud so every one could hear that he was IN CHARGE.

"I'm gonna unhook the winch rope and take the tie-downs off and get in the boat. When I give the signal you back up slowly until I tell you to stop. Then I'll start the motor and when I tell you to you back on down until I tell you to stop." Toady nodded his head as if he understood.

All eyes were fixed on the action as the big F-250 began to roll backwards. Toady was doing a good job of keeping the trailer straight. When boss hollered he stopped. A moment of fiddlin' around on the console and then the big Chrysler jumped to life. VROOOM VROOOM. Boss's chest swelled out and he made eye contact with every one of us. Pride squirting out of every pore.

He stood at the console and continued to bark orders and toady kept his eyes glued to the boss. Back down they went. Boss hollered "STOP" and when he did Toady stopped and boss put the boat in reverse and backed oh so smoothly off the trailer. I could almost hear him thinking, "I'm SOOOO cool. These morons have no idea!"

But something wasn't quite right. It soon became apparent that the boat was going down by the stern. The boat was filling with water. The panic on bosses face was painful to watch after that big toothy grin he'd had a moment before. I guess everyone that has ever operated a boat knew exactly what the problem was and a few of them began to shout out, "Bilge plug!!! Put in the BILGE PLUG!!!"

By the time he figured it out, found the plug and found the hole and put the plug in the hole water was up to the gunwales inside the boat with just the wind shield sticking up. One of the guys untied his boat and swung around and boss tossed him the line on the front of the bow and the eventually got it back to the trailer. Toady got on the trailer and hooked the winch rope on and pulled the boat back up onto the trailer.

Boss was some kind of furious...and humiliated. They pulled the boat under a tree way far away from the rest of us and began trying to dry things out. No one dare go over there. Boss and toady never even came and ate. They pitched their tent and took a nap.

We all sat around eating and having a couple of cold ones and just twalkin' about fishin' until about 5:00 or so and we decided to start trying to find some good crappie holes. Boss and toady still in their tents. About an hour later here come the big Chrysler roarin' up the boat lane. Yes boss, we SEE you. We spent the next couple of hours movin' around and gettin' set for the night. Gotta find just the right spot.

I had 2 other guys in my boat and when we got set up in our spot over some fallen trees and brush one of them pulled out a can of dog food. He opened both ends of the can and tossed it over the side. I'd heard of this before but never tried it and I was eager to see if it worked as well as I'd heard.

So darkness settles in and we all began to pay attention to the business at hand. It was a very quiet and still night. Now and then the silence would be broken by a hushed cry of "fish on" or "doubled up". I had lost track of boss and toady. We had all been moving around and I didn't know where every one was. About an hour after dark I hear bosses voice, normally bold and forceful, now sheepish and tentative, "Hey Cecil", (one of the older guys) A moment later Cecil replied, "What?"

After a long pause boss's voice just barely audible, "You got any cigarettes". Another pause and Cecil in a joking voice that I know had boss ready to jump out of the boat replies, "Dang Boss, you come fishin' and don't even bring any cigarettes?!"

These guys both heavy smokers.

A very long pause. We were all silent waiting to here what was coming next. It is an erie feeling being in a boat on a lake on a dark night surrounded by other boats but unable to see any of them. Voices carry really well but it's like they are coming from nowhere...and every where at the same time. Finally boss in his feeble voice replied. Mine are all still................wet.

30 seconds of dead silence that then the entire lake erupted in uproarious laughter. Cecil untied and trolled over and took Boss some cigs but we heard no more conversation. After the laughter died and the quiet settled in and we thought the fun was over someone called out to Cecil to see if he had any cigarettes left or did he give 'em all to boss. No one answered and small outbursts of laughter could be heard now and then the rest of the night.

We caught a few fish but not really any more that any one else so I still don't know about the dog food as chum. We got up early the next morning to fish and boss and toady were long gone. We all stayed and fished until about noon catching a few but not as many as the night before and then we rolled 'em up and headed for home. Boss nor toady either one ever mentioned fishing or boats ever again in our presence. I still smile when I remember boss's face when he realized what he'd done. I only wish I could have seen it when he finally had to ask for a cigarette and admit his were ruined. Can you say NICOTINE FIT? That would have been frosting on the cake.
 
I went fishing for flounder with a buddy and his wife .We were fishing off the causeway in Saybrook ,Ct.
We had gotten a few fish but just as I was casting out my buddys wife walked behind me . Luck was with her as my hook only got her wrap around skirt.
It sure was funny watching it sail over my head out into the bay. Luckily she had a pair of shorts on under the skirt.:rolleyes:
 
As an addendum to my story of a drunken Mr. Brown shooting at us trespassing on his ponds at night about 10 years ago I was in the area on business so I drove by Mr. Brown's farm. It had been sold and converted into a hoity toity private golf club so I took the opportunity to check it out.

I got to see the barns up close, the manor house turned into the clubhouse, and the fields around the place turned into golf holes. Very interesting. The three ponds were still there but manicured all around and incorporated into the layout.

I stopped by the pro shop and spoke to the pro and told him my story of when I was 16 and was shot at in the middle of the big pond. He replied "Well, you can't fish here anymore! This is a private club now." I realized the point of my story went right over his head so I thanked him and walked out. How sad thinking a 60 year old man in a suit was asking permission to go fishing on a golf course pond.
 
This not really a fishing story but rather how to have fun at the lake or ocean without a boat nor even a fishing rod. Get yourself a lawn chair and a few cold drinks of your choice, set the lawn chair up in a safe area that allows a good view of a boat launch, sit back and prepare to be amused!
 

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