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durrelllrobert
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my deceased mother left instructions for me to spread her ashes at a particular point on Seminole Lake in Wyoming because she had caught a 5+ pound
walleye there. After driving all the way from San Diego with her ashes I took the boat/ ashes out and decided to troll on the way to the point and
when I hooked a large fish I got so excited that I knocked her ashes overboard but she'll never know I was still about a mile short of where she
wanted them placed.
Bob Durrell
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Cypress
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Have done lots of dumb things while fishing. Fishing in the swamps~cypress trees, cotton mouths, gators etc. Tossed a loop over a cypress knee to
make fast to an old fishing hole. Big mistake! Yellow jackets AKA "guinea wasps" had made a huge nest in the overhanging limbs. Stung a few times
before I went swimming and the guy running the motor? He really got stung.
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wessongroup
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Fell off a 35' cliff backwards in a lawn chair.... had a bit of a hard time getting up for dinner, fell back down into the chair... which was
obviously to close to the edge... but, was right next a keg of beer we had hulled out to the little point up on Beardsley Lake in Tuolumne County....
along with a cook stove... and all kinds of good stuff...
Lost the lawn chair... but saved my beer mug...
Was award "The Chair Diving Championship" for that year.... was runner up the next year... the other guy had better form...
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fishabductor
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| Quote: | Originally posted by soulpatch
I hooked my buddy on his fly when I was casting off the bow with a Salas 6x when I didn't notice him move to my side of the boat. I felt a tug and
heard a yell and so I let go the spool.
Glad I didn't put a lot into that one. |
I was once hooked, but I got away as the hook ripped out.
My buddy and I were flyfishing out of a driftboat on the Madison river in MT. I was rowing and my buddy was up in the bow casting, or trying to cast
as he was a novice. On the back cast he didn't load up the rod and the line fell over my shoulder, before I could yell he whipped the rod forward to
complete the cast and hooked me, but it was hard enough that the hook ripped open a 2"deep gash over my kidney. I have a scar to this day, 16 yrs
later.
Needless to say I was scared everytime it was my turn on the sticks, up until he busted his rod's tip top attemping to get out of the driftboat... I
was oh' so sorry...not!
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baitcast
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Lot of great stories,why is it when we mess up be it fishing or anything else for that matter we look around to see if anyone saw it? be it forgeting
the plug,just falling down and we look around amazing and really funny
Rob
Anyone can catch fish in a boat but only \"El Pescador Grande\" can get them from the beach.
I hope when my time comes the old man will let me bring my rod and the water will be warm and clear.
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baitcast
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Bump for a few laughs.
Rob
Anyone can catch fish in a boat but only \"El Pescador Grande\" can get them from the beach.
I hope when my time comes the old man will let me bring my rod and the water will be warm and clear.
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vandenberg
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Heading for Stampede from Sacramento, got caught in a freak storm going over the pass and decided to turn back. Not to lose a whole fishing day, we
decided to give Folsom a try and in a few hours limited out on rainbows and kokanee. However, on the way back to the ramp we discovered that no one
brought in the stringer, so no fish
Fished for stripers in the Sac river with my father in law, who claimed to be a first rate salmon fisherman when living on Vancouver island. Well,
while anchored and still fishing, he casted the bait but forgot to hang onto the pole and reel and tossed the whole outfit (mine) into the drink.
Never believed much of what he told me since then.
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AKgringo
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I took a buddy out in my MKII Zodiac, fishing for halibut in Cooke Inlet near Deep Creek (AK). I ran a couple of miles offshore, throttled back and
told my buddy to drop the anchor. I forgot to tell him to clip it into the bow line first!
Tide changes are pretty radical in Cook Inlet, it was like fishing in a river 80 feet deep flowing eight miles an hour away from where we needed to
be.
Would it be a hijack if I post a really dumb thing I watched a Kenai River guide do?
If you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much space!
"Could do better if he tried!" Report card comments from most of my grade school teachers. Sadly, still true!
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Skipjack Joe
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Two summers ago my friend Walter and I were fishing Fredericks Strait near Juneau from his 28 foot live onboard boat. It was our fourth day into the
trip. We had caught lots of rockfish and some large halibut and were high fiveing each other throughout the trip.
Now Walter was really not the adventurous type. He had owned the boat for 8 years and had never gone far from Juneau. It took every ounce of
persuasion to get him to go this far. But by the 4th day he had calmed down and was actually enjoying the scenery.
And then it happened.
We had crossed the channel and were moving along the coast to another spot. I was leaning on the stern rail admiring the shoreline when suddenly I was
violently thrown forward. I flew from the rail to the front cabin. Unknowingly I instinctively put my hands in front and shielded the head from the
cabin door. It was like being in a car crash. Everything happened so fast that you are bewildered and can't comprehend what's happening. I remember a
sick grinding sound and the roar of the motor.
And then it stopped. We had hit a submerged reef. I looked into the water but could see nothing. The water was a milky color and you couldn't see 2
feet into it. I tried to make my way to the stern and could barely keep my balance. The deck was tilted at a sick 20 degrees. You had to walk uphill
to walk from one side to the other. And that's when I first thought "This is not good".
The door opens and Walter comes out holding 2 life jackets. His eyes are dilated and I can see that he's barely suppressing panic. Life jackets? I
look at the shoreline. It's 200 yds away. The water is 41 degrees for god's sake. We have no chance in hell to make that shore by swimming.
We examine the boat and see that the nose is firmly aground but the stern is freely floating over water. Walter goes back in the cabin and runs the
engine in reverse but it won't budge. I hang off the stern and he tries again but she's still stuck.
Are we sinking? Walter climbs somewhere below the deck into chambers by the hull with a flashlight. Dry as a bone. No water is entering the boat from
what he can tell. I then ask him where is the tide chart we were looking at a few days ago. I entered the cabin to look for it. What I saw was
amazing. Everything, everything was laying on the cabin floor between the bunk beds and the entrance. Sleeping bags covered with cereal. Pots and pans
on top of that. The coleman stove fell from it's shelf. The portable radio was in there. Tape deck. Maps. Silverware. Apples and potatoes rolling from
side to side. I felt as though I was looking into a garbage dumpster. Somehow within all that we found the 2X4 inch booklet.
The tide book said high tide at Juneau would be at 6:00 PM. We had hit the reef at 5:15PM. Knowing that there is virtually no water height change
during peaks and lows I knew we were stuck.
We could see a boat about a mile or two away. We screamed, we waved but they just kept on fishing. No fish was being landed, they just ignored us.
Walter got on the radio and called the coast guard at Juneau. Fortunately we were able to reach them. They asked where we were. Then they got in touch
with another boat in the area and said it would come to help us.
So we sat and waited. A few minutes passed and I asked Walter to retry backing out. She slid out of there smooth as butter. Not a scrape, not a sound.
It's as though nothing had ever happened. The tide had risen 2 inches and it made all the difference in the world.
Walter called back the coast guard and thanked them. The other fishing boat had finally left his spot and come over to investigate. Told us that the
coast guard would not have helped with the boat, that they would only taken the two of us back to Juneau.
And that's all there is to that. Walt was so shaken up that he didn't want to continue our fishing trip. When we got back we dry docked his boat and
there was virtually no damage. It had ridden up onto the reef with it's metal keel but the hull was whole. Walter wasn't much into boat maintenance.
It's entire bottom was overgrown with mussels. We theorized that these molluscs had provided a layer of protection from the rocks.
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Lee
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Not paying attention at Lobos or S. Pedrito, I've snagged pelicans. I literally need to look both ways before casting from the beach. Reeling
it in after it lands in the water, dragging it up on the beach, getting the hook/line untangled, just plain makes me mad.
Or, snagging a mobula usually at Lobos and also dragging it on the sand and getting it undone. They swim in groups and easy enough to recognize
near the surface.
A neighbor has capsized launching at S. Cerritos at least twice losing everything as nothing was tied down. And he was hit and looked like he'd
been in a fight.
US Marines: providing enemies of America an opportunity to die for their country since 1775.
What I say before any important decision.
F*ck it.
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monoloco
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Once I took the skiff to La Ventana to fish, we unloaded the boat on the beach and got it ready for fishing the next day, then made camp. The next
morning we got up at dark thirty and put the boat in the water, loaded up all the gear, I pulled the cord to start the motor, and nothing. Pulled and
pulled, then dragged the boat back up the beach and popped the cover and started checking things, but couldn't see anything obviously amiss. I was
about half way into disassembling the carburetor thinking that it must be varnished up, when I remembered that I had removed the safety shut-off cable
the night before, to impede someone from "borrowing" the boat. Duh! Big red truck!
"The future ain't what it used to be"
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Udo
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So far, my favorites are from Skipjack Joe and Ken Bondy!
Udo
Youth is wasted on the young!
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AKgringo
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Ok, I'm going to tell my guide story! It didn't happen to me, but I was there, so I think I can share.
This happened on a semi private launch ramp on the Kenai River, just downstream from a hole called Big Eddy. I had dragged my Zodiac (a lousy river
fishing boat) up on the bank to tinker with the outboard hoping to get it to run at trolling speed.
The Alaska Fish and Game is part of the State Troopers, and that year they were cracking down on violations by fishing guides, not only of guide
requirements, but boat and tow vehicle regulations (commercial AK regs)
Seeking to avoid scrutiny, an Oregon guide was launching his boat at this ramp with a borrowed truck. The ramp is steep, and the river deep and swift
there, so he backed down just to where his prop was well in the water, put he standard transmission in neutral with the engine running and set the
brake. he then unhooked the bow line jumped in the boat and powered off the trailer.
The brake didn't hold, he dragged the pickup into the river and it wound up a quarter mile downstream on the other side of the river with the cab just
out of the water. The trailer separated from the truck and became the newest snag in the river somewhere down stream.
I did not stick around to find out if he took his clients out on the river, or stuck around to do a whole lot of explaining to the troopers!
If you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much space!
"Could do better if he tried!" Report card comments from most of my grade school teachers. Sadly, still true!
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BajaDanD
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We were fishing out of Santa Cruz Ca. one day. We rented a skiff from the pier and headed north around a few points so as not to be seen by the people
at the pier because we wanted to fish near shore by the rocks and serf and in the kelp beds witch was not allowed in their skiffs for safety reasons,
they said. We had been doing this for a few years. We would bring extra rope and home made anchors with us because we would lose a few every trip. So
we were out just past the serf witch was huge that day pot holing in the kelp. We dropped anchor made sure it was stuck real good and let out line
while we drifted along an under water rock ridge. then when we got in the danger zone "breaking serf" we ran back up to the starting point and started
the drift all over again. After a few drifts we were back in the " Danger Zone again. Turned the boat and ran over the anchor line rapped it around
the prop and stalled the motor. There were 3 of us on the boat now anchored by the stern one swell away from the breaking serf unable to pull the
motor up. We all put on our life jacket at that point. My friend Gary had a little buck knife in his tackle box that had been there for years. While
he reached over the stern to cut the rope my brother and I leaned out the bow to counter the weight. Then Gary yells out " OH FU^$#The knife broke"
and holds up the handle to show us. Im looking for the safest place to try to swim for it when Gary notices that the blade was stuck between some of
the rope rapped around the prop. He grabs the blade and cut us free a split second before I jumped in. My brother grabbed the oars and paddled us to
safety while Gary got the rest of the rope clear. We promptly tied a new anchor and went back to fishing
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bledito
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my grandfather would always take my brother and I Muskie fishing. Usuallya long hot day we were in shorts and our legs got hot so we splashed water on
them to cool off. didn't realise till the next morning when we woke up how sunburned they got. Blistered from thigh to ankle could barley stand as the
blisters would run down.couldn't get around much for a least a week. never put water on bare legs in a boat again.
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Tod
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Three weeks ago my mother was nice enough to stuff her suitcase with some fishing lures for me. Went fishing off Cerritos with a friend on a slow day.
The starboard rod went down hard 3 different times and we were pretty sure we saw wahoo near our tuna clones. Upon reeling up when we were ready to
head in we noticed the one lure to get hit those three times was pretty torn up and then my buddy pointed out to me that the double hooks under the
skirt still had their plastic protectors on them from the packaging. In my haste to rig up I didn't even check for that. Last time that will happen
but we had a good laugh at my expense.
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Udo
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I have done the same thing within other circumstances, and blamed it on something I had done.
Quote: Originally posted by dtbushpilot  | | The first time my wife went out in our boat (first time in any boat for her) I was teaching her how to operate the boat in case anything ever happened
to me and she would be on her own. She was sitting in back working the tiller and I was up front enjoying the ride. We stopped for a bit and I noticed
her messing with something in the back of the boat. "Something's wrong!! she cried. "What is it sugar"? I asked. She replied "there was some water in
the back of the boat and when I pulled the plug to let it out water started coming in instead". I told her that I must have put the plug in backwards
the last time I used the boat and she seemed satisfied with the explanation.....I love that girl......dt |
[Edited on 3-11-2015 by Udo]
Udo
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durrelllrobert
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Was this the boat?
| Quote: Originally posted by Skipjack Joe | Two summers ago my friend Walter and I were fishing Fredericks Strait near Juneau from his 28 foot live onboard boat. It was our fourth day into the
trip. We had caught lots of rockfish and some large halibut and were high fiveing each other throughout the trip.
Now Walter was really not the adventurous type. He had owned the boat for 8 years and had never gone far from Juneau. It took every ounce of
persuasion to get him to go this far. But by the 4th day he had calmed down and was actually enjoying the scenery.
And then it happened.
We had crossed the channel and were moving along the coast to another spot. I was leaning on the stern rail admiring the shoreline when suddenly I was
violently thrown forward. I flew from the rail to the front cabin. Unknowingly I instinctively put my hands in front and shielded the head from the
cabin door. It was like being in a car crash. Everything happened so fast that you are bewildered and can't comprehend what's happening. I remember a
sick grinding sound and the roar of the motor.
And then it stopped. We had hit a submerged reef. I looked into the water but could see nothing. The water was a milky color and you couldn't see 2
feet into it. I tried to make my way to the stern and could barely keep my balance. The deck was tilted at a sick 20 degrees. You had to walk uphill
to walk from one side to the other. And that's when I first thought "This is not good".
The door opens and Walter comes out holding 2 life jackets. His eyes are dilated and I can see that he's barely suppressing panic. Life jackets? I
look at the shoreline. It's 200 yds away. The water is 41 degrees for god's sake. We have no chance in hell to make that shore by swimming.
We examine the boat and see that the nose is firmly aground but the stern is freely floating over water. Walter goes back in the cabin and runs the
engine in reverse but it won't budge. I hang off the stern and he tries again but she's still stuck.
Are we sinking? Walter climbs somewhere below the deck into chambers by the hull with a flashlight. Dry as a bone. No water is entering the boat from
what he can tell. I then ask him where is the tide chart we were looking at a few days ago. I entered the cabin to look for it. What I saw was
amazing. Everything, everything was laying on the cabin floor between the bunk beds and the entrance. Sleeping bags covered with cereal. Pots and pans
on top of that. The coleman stove fell from it's shelf. The portable radio was in there. Tape deck. Maps. Silverware. Apples and potatoes rolling from
side to side. I felt as though I was looking into a garbage dumpster. Somehow within all that we found the 2X4 inch booklet.
The tide book said high tide at Juneau would be at 6:00 PM. We had hit the reef at 5:15PM. Knowing that there is virtually no water height change
during peaks and lows I knew we were stuck.
We could see a boat about a mile or two away. We screamed, we waved but they just kept on fishing. No fish was being landed, they just ignored us.
Walter got on the radio and called the coast guard at Juneau. Fortunately we were able to reach them. They asked where we were. Then they got in touch
with another boat in the area and said it would come to help us.
So we sat and waited. A few minutes passed and I asked Walter to retry backing out. She slid out of there smooth as butter. Not a scrape, not a sound.
It's as though nothing had ever happened. The tide had risen 2 inches and it made all the difference in the world.
Walter called back the coast guard and thanked them. The other fishing boat had finally left his spot and come over to investigate. Told us that the
coast guard would not have helped with the boat, that they would only taken the two of us back to Juneau.
And that's all there is to that. Walt was so shaken up that he didn't want to continue our fishing trip. When we got back we dry docked his boat and
there was virtually no damage. It had ridden up onto the reef with it's metal keel but the hull was whole. Walter wasn't much into boat maintenance.
It's entire bottom was overgrown with mussels. We theorized that these molluscs had provided a layer of protection from the rocks.
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Udo
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It sure would be funny if it was, Robert.
However, the rocks and water don't look like anything I've ever seen near Juneau.
Perhaps Skipjackjoe could enlighten us.
Udo
Youth is wasted on the young!
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