Walleye fishing with some buddies, and one of them puts his rod down and bends over to get a beer. Next he knows, the rod tips jumping and then goes into the water! We figure it was gone. Couple of hours later while trolling through the same area, another friend in another boat hooks something just as we are about to leave for the day. Reels it up to find he hooked the bail of the fishing pole that was lost earlier!!!! Top it off, when he reeled in the line, the walleye was still on the line! So he caught a fishing pole, with a fish still on it. Many stories, but that ranks up there with me.
Walleye fishing also in Canada.
Owner of the lodge (we find out later) tells my buddy "Don't go there...." in relation to down a river that drops I'll say 40 feet minimum into another lake over as violent a waterfall that you'll come across.
After beaching above and close to the waterfall; the 4 of us head back upstream in the standard little Canadian aluminum fishing boat that I'm sure many of you have rented.
Not very far fron the falls....BOOM!....we hit a submerged rock; flip almost 90 degrees to one side; one guy has his torso flailing in the water; the other middle passenger (by the grace of god) falls on top of him and saves him from going in....and somehow, a miracle happens.
Both myself on one end and our captain on the other....are able to 'unbelievably' throw all our weight back the other way enough to lift both these guys; their gear and all that water back into the boat and for the grace of God back upright still stuck on that rock. It was also surreal in the sense that we had these two guys half in/out of the boat....what if we do this and flip them right in the heck out?
I couldn't even stick my paddle in the water for the heavy rush of the current so close to the falls and had anybody fallen out or had the motor stalled (again) getting off or away from that rock and the current we now had to work against...we'd have been done from hypothermia even if we had made it over the falls. (which wasn't likely).
Earlier, my friend had noticed the owner in a pinch and tried to help him out down at the dock...by walking on the 'bow' of his larger boat and falling 3 feet straight down through his brand new canvass; shredding it to pieces. (I mean this guy was hot....pacing up and down the dock at least 3-4 times; coming back to chew him out each time).
Needless to say, we weren't invited back.
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oystermen in apalachicola bay (florida panhandle) use thongs mounted on long poles to wrestle up oysters and it is very, very hard work. i don't understand why they don't use my method. i park the boat over the oyster beds, but the oyster thongs in the water down to the oyster bed. i put a burlap bag at the end of the handles in the boat and sit back and drink beer. after about 15 minutes, oysters will start slithering out of the water up the poles and fall into the burlap bag. i'm going to have national geographic do a story on this.
I set a floating block of styrofoam about 30 feet off the shore of Pinta Island in the Galapagos Islands. Off the block there was heavy nylon mono with about 6 feet of steel leader. A tri-hook had a big chunk of red meat on it. Our goal was to catch a shark. The gear was up to the task interms of strenght but after about 2 hours, we had no bites. But as we were pulling the gear in towards shore, indeed while it was laying staight down the face of the 100 reef wall we were standing on, we got a massive strike. We quickly lashed the line around some nearby 2X4s and started to slowing pull fight whatever it was to the surface. After about 2 minutes we had the impressivly large head of an eel at the surface. More tugging brought this massive sea bohemouth onto the lava rocks we were standing on. To our utter amazement, this eel started to attack us on shore!! We grabbed the 2x4s and started to pound on its head with all our might. I was amazed at how unfazed it seem to be from these blows. It still came after us! But we won in the end and when we laid it on a long plank to cut it into steaks it was over 10 feel long and we estimated its weight at something around 60 pounds. The thick white meat was some of the tastiest fish I ever had. We rubbed the fish in hot mustard, than through some flour, than deep fried it.
Ahhh...Some of my fondest memories. In 1958 my parents built a stone cottage on the south shore of Georgian Bay (Bruce Peninsula) base of Niagara Escarpment (300 foot cliff in backyard, Georgian Bay in the front yard!) in Ontario, Canada. Was constructed out of all the materials from the property...stone from the beach, slate floors, stripped Cedar furniture, etc. For 15 years, every summer, winter, Easter, etc,. we went to the cottage...NO telephone or TV for 15 summers...WE FISHED everyday. Each Summer we took off for the North Channel - Georgian Bay, Ontario - Georgian Bay Fishing Camp, would cross Georgian Bay from Bruce Peninsula to the North Channel (family of 6 ) in a 21ft Thompson Cabin Cruiser 75hp Johnson and some jerry cans of fuel... for a month maybe put 500 tp 700 miles in this little boat! We started going in 1965...this picture was taken of me with northern Pike in 1967.
As kids we would go out by ourselves at 7 to 10 years old...16ft dingy with 10hp Johnson/Merc's and fish all day, sometimes build a fire on shore and cook are catch right then and there, maybe even spend the night. One time we took off from 3 days...I WAS 10! Chopped Cedar bows to lay on the rocks...pitch an old canvas tent, spread a sleeping bag...hung a coffee can of grease (copper wire) and with a plastic bag of seasoned flour...cut up the Bass, Pike, Walleye into bits and shake in bag and cook in coffee can...a fishing pole, tent, sleeping bag, 5 gallons of water, coffee can of grease, seasoned flour... those were the days...
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Mine is when I was 13 years old with my step-dad and uncle up in the Boundary Waters between the US (MN) and Canada, fishing for Walleye and the occasional Northern (Pike). We were chilling out when I saw a big Muskie rear his head to the surface and skim along the water. I said "hey, check it out, a Muskie..." No sooner did I say it, when the next thing I know my uncle produces a .22 pistol and pops off 5 or 6 caps at the Muskie!!! I was pretty shocked!
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This was not the best but it was the most memoriable. Went deep sea out of Pt. Loma in San Diego Ca. Out past the Coronado Islands for some Yellow Tail....Wasnt the best day for tuna, so we drank the charter out of beer...Was a great trip. Good thing the Boss paid for it all, the galley tab alone for 30 guys was over 1500 bucks.
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When I was in my teens, hiked 4 miles into a lake with my father, uncle, and some other relatives to go trout fishing. There were some old log rafts scattered around the lake that people had cobbled together. We all got on one and started drift fishing. I had a pole with a spinning reel and once when I casted out the retaining tri-nut that holds the line spool onto the reel came off. Luckily the nut landed on the raft and was saved. Unluckily the spool with all the monofiliment line went flyining off into the water. Quite some time later after hand over hand bringing in the line I got the spool back. Then I started bringing in the line that was casted out the far end of the pole. Lo and behold there were 2 trout on - one on the hook and one with the line and sinker got in it's gills.
awesome stories guys. Love Seabirdman's and Bigdaddy's tales. This is not the "best story", just a memorable one...
Couple of years ago, I was in Hawaii for sister in laws wedding. We had been shopping all day and I was exhausted. Also partly due to the fact that I just couldn't seem to adjust to the 6 hour time difference and only slept 3 hours a night. Add a little dehydration to that and I wasn't feeling my best by the end of the day. Well we were only gonna be there for another day and it was my last chance to go deep sea fishing. Since I couldn't talk anyone into going with me, I went by myself.
Called up one of the charters and they said they had been catching a ton of snappers. Their boat seemed a little small to me, but they assured me that it had "stabilizers" so I shouldn't get sick. Well the ride out was a little rough, but I made it no problems. Then we hit a bad spot and ppl around me started puking. Then after awhile of watching them, I got sick too.
We were just starting our trip so I had 3 hours to go. There was no place to lay down and I was sick the entire 3 hours! Worse part was, everytime I had the dry heaves or felt stuff coming up I could also feel my esophagus spasm shut. It wouldn't let the stuff out! I could feel the food bolus go up and down and up and down. It was torture. all I could do was to assume the fetal position in a corner and prayed for the nightmare to end. I was ever so glad to see dry land.
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Then after awhile of watching them, I got sick too.
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