Fishing stories...

I love Fishing stories.
Why don't ya'll tell tell me your favorite fishing story?

I'm not much of a fisherman, but I still do remember my G'pa teaching me to fish in Arkansas when I was just a young boy.....Standing in a stream almost waste deep, him teaching me to cast.....good times.

Oh, and my Dad took me out on a full day boat in the Pac. Ocean when I was young, and I caught or 'snagged' a Starfish.   

I'm more of a motorsports kinda guy.

I'll throw a story or two in here.

My first fishing excursion happened while stationed in N. Carolina when a neighbor offered to take me on a deep sea fishing trip.  At this point, I had only fished for some rainbow trout and catfish as a child, so I jumped at the chance to go for the "big fish".

I was told that everything would be provided (food, bait, beer, rod/reel, etc.) and all I had to do was chip in for gas at $50.  I was ready.

Well, the bait was there and so was the equipment, but the only food was those Old Home glazed tractor tire doughnuts and Old Milwaukee.  It was not a great combination as I bounced around in the back of a '69 Chevy truck 60 degrees in the dark.

Once we arrived at the dock, I saw a bunch of really nice Boston Whalers and teams of fishermen heading out for the day's event.  Unfortunately, we weren't one of them.  No, we boarded a crappy little 12 foot open bow fishing dump that was taking on water so bad that the bilge pump never shut off.

I was still excited about hooking into some really cool ocean fish like I saw on television, so I boarded and off we went 10 miles into the shipping lanes!!!  Large tankers were gliding by us as we wormed our way out to open waters.  The owner told me to keep an eye out for the Coast Guard as the craft wasn't exactly supposed to be this far out and it lacked a few "safety items".

We finally located a good spot and they started to look for schools to exploit, but my enthusiasm was now gone.  I don't know if it was the huge swells or the tractor tires and old swill, but I was very sick and started puking violently.

One of those lessons in life that you learn is that glazed doughnuts don't come up very well in vomit....they kind of turn into syrup and, well, you get the picture.

After the first 2 hours of puking, they told me that it would only be another 6 hours until we start heading back to shore, so I might want to try another beer to "settle my stomach".  I offered to buy the boat if we would just head back, but they didn't accept.

At the end of the day, I paid an idiot $50 to spend 8 hours in a state of violent puking aboard the USS Minnow in illegal waters and the only fish that I caught was a very ugly Sea Bass that jumped into the boat and hit me in the head as I laid nearly passed out from dehydration. 

Some day I might tell you about my second attempt in California.  No puking, but 4 stitches from a barracuda which I had to destroy with the boat's fire extinguisher to avoid bleeding to death......  

milspec6 wrote:I'll throw a story or two in here.

My first fishing excursion happened while stationed in N. Carolina when a neighbor offered to take me on a deep sea fishing trip.  At this point, I had only fished for some rainbow trout and catfish as a child, so I jumped at the chance to go for the "big fish".

I was told that everything would be provided (food, bait, beer, rod/reel, etc.) and all I had to do was chip in for gas at $50.  I was ready.

Well, the bait was there and so was the equipment, but the only food was those Old Home glazed tractor tire doughnuts and Old Milwaukee.  It was not a great combination as I bounced around in the back of a '69 Chevy truck 60 degrees in the dark.

Once we arrived at the dock, I saw a bunch of really nice Boston Whalers and teams of fishermen heading out for the day's event.  Unfortunately, we weren't one of them.  No, we boarded a crappy little 12 foot open bow fishing dump that was taking on water so bad that the bilge pump never shut off.

I was still excited about hooking into some really cool ocean fish like I saw on television, so I boarded and off we went 10 miles into the shipping lanes!!!  Large tankers were gliding by us as we wormed our way out to open waters.  The owner told me to keep an eye out for the Coast Guard as the craft wasn't exactly supposed to be this far out and it lacked a few "safety items".

We finally located a good spot and they started to look for schools to exploit, but my enthusiasm was now gone.  I don't know if it was the huge swells or the tractor tires and old swill, but I was very sick and started puking violently.

One of those lessons in life that you learn is that glazed doughnuts don't come up very well in vomit....they kind of turn into syrup and, well, you get the picture.

After the first 2 hours of puking, they told me that it would only be another 6 hours until we start heading back to shore, so I might want to try another beer to "settle my stomach".  I offered to buy the boat if we would just head back, but they didn't accept.

At the end of the day, I paid an idiot $50 to spend 8 hours in a state of violent puking aboard the USS Minnow in illegal waters and the only fish that I caught was a very ugly Sea Bass that jumped into the boat and hit me in the head as I laid nearly passed out from dehydration. 

Some day I might tell you about my second attempt in California.  No puking, but 4 stitches from a barracuda which I had to destroy with the boat's fire extinguisher to avoid bleeding to death......  

How old are you Rob ? You just have a boat load of stories and jaw dropping life experiences, I think if anyone was to hang out with you every day for a few years, he wouldn't be able to hear the end of it yet   

If you take my age in dog years, I'm a tree.  

Actually, I just sound old, but my body is catching up with my stories.

last year going back to Alaska to go Salmon fishing ( pole and gear stays up there ) So I am checking in my Hand gun at the air port TSA guy ask me to open the case there is my Glock 20 10MM so he is polite says nice gun I go to lock the case and he asks what's it for? I tell him I am going fishing he says with out really thinking " That must be some fish your going after"  

Then about two seconds later he says OK for the Bears not the fish

pretty funny

That was one funny story Rob I cracked up a couple of times. You ever het the "Stand Bug" or are you done?

My fishing story was at the Sea of Cortez in small fishing town called San Felipe. We found a school of Corvina, we couldn't pull them out of the water fast enough as soon as we put the line in the water the took the hook. We put two hooks on the line and were pulling two fish at a time. We fileted an ice chest full of fish and gave the majority away. It was awesome

The bug hits me at times, normally end up in performance mode with grocery checkers for some reason. Anything can happen. :geek: 

I really wish I would have a fishing day like that Mo, that sounds awesome!