Hunters, Fisherman, and other Liars!...Gather here!

My deer story for the day...

I was running a 5k race today. I was running uphill when a deer came out of the woods, slid on the asphalt and nearly wiped out two runners behind me.

It was sort of amusing to watch.

Sorry, it's not hunting season yet and I haven't been fishing in a while...it's the best I could do.

I was out at my brother-in-law's farm pond this morning and her grandaughter was fishing with this 20" Barbie pole with a 6# test line. She had to go to the bathroom so she handed me the pole and I caught a 22# catfish on it! Took me almost half an hour to land that sucker!

What?

You don't believe me?

Harumph!

Deer and fish? I don't have one of those, but I was on a road trip with my mom a few years back and she swore she saw a baby giraffe on the side of the interstate (this is in the middle of Georgia). She wanted me to pull off at the next exit and turn around so she could prove it, but I just told her I believed her so we wouldn't lose any time. Now when I tell the story, it usually goes "Once Mom saw a unicorn on the side of the road..." which really pisses her off!

Okay. My dad and I are big big salt water fish people. We love it. Even the hassle involved in maintaining a live bait well --cooler with a battery and ice and a filter, and all the rigs. So, we're out there. It's hot. We've been messing with it for the past three hours. No hits. We switch, I'm on the bottom with a lure, he's on the top with a cork and live bait. He says aloud, "Momma." (My grandmother died when I was in 4th grade), and I was 18. "Momma, I'm here. I got my daughter. I got my boat. I got my bait and I got my line in the water. I'm not leaving here, until I catch a speck." ZZZZZZZZ the line went tight, and on the end, pulled up a five pound beauty. We didn't catch another thing, but that was a beautiful fish and a beautiful prayer. Absolutely a true story.

These are from a few weeks ago. John was having a good day. I've forgotten to take the camera lately and missed some shots of a few really *big* fish we've caught. We've finally figured out what they want and where they've been hiding but we haven't hit any Musky's yet. Hopefully that will change when the weather gets cooler.

i know a certain someone who once fired off a few roundhouses on an unsuspecting groundhog.

I went out tonight, and discovered that I only had two bucks. Not enough doe, I said.

I was fishing at Clear Lake last weekend. I caught one trout about six pounds on my first cast with a fly, which I released. I didnt catch another fish all day. The water was very clear, and from my float tube I could see the fish swimming practically under my feet. I saw one large trout swimming around that had a hook, corkie and some line hanging from its mouth. It was very spooked and would take off if I got within twenty feet of it. I was just about ready to call it a day when I snagged my line on the bottom. I paddled over to where my line was hung up and gave it a tug and it came loose. As I reeled in my line I noticed that it was tangled up in some line so I was pulling the line in by hand when it started to pull in the other direction. I had about 30 feet of line and the fish pulled it out of my hand. I managed to hold on to the line and there was a trout that was in the 10 - 12lb range. It was pulling my float tube to and fro and my buddy was laughing at me from his float tube until that fish jumped out of the water. I tried to paddle back to shore thinking I might be able to land this fish. I was within about 20 feet of the bank when the fish jumped again and the line broke. It was a beautiful rainbow trout and I was all smiles as it swam away. At least it didnt have all that line hanging out of its mouth now and just might survive if the hook rusts away. Those were the only two fish caught that day.


yer pal Brian

My dad's been gone since 1987, but wherever he is, I'll bet he's got a group of fishermen and fisherwomen around him and he's bendin' their ears with the tales of taking these two:



I don't know what the one above weighed, but the catfish below came in at 14 pounds.

Stew21 said:

I can't believe that fish got away.

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"One cannot lose what one never had." (or something like that)

~Izaak Walton

Stew21 said:

While I fished today (I only caught a tiny little thing), I decided I'm way too amateur. Time to step up and learn how to "fish for real".
I do love it though.

I really appreciate the "can't lose what you never had."

Thanks Haggis. You're a real pal.

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Have you ever read The Compleat Angler? Methinks you'd love it. On many levels.

My son just started fishing since last year when we went up north. He really enjoys it, but we don't have much time for it (read: Ed's too lazy to get up before dawn and take him). But he has already caught a couple bass. We had gone fishing off a pier and he cast his rod and let go. Literally, it just fell out of his hands and the whole rod sank into the depths.

After reaming him a new one for not keeping a better grip on his rod, I taught him the first rule of fishing. Lie.

We went home and his story is, "I hooked this huge fish and it just yanked the rod out of my hands!"

Shadow_Ferret said:

My son just started fishing since last year when we went up north. He really enjoys it, but we don't have much time for it (read: Ed's too lazy to get up before dawn and take him). But he has already caught a couple bass. We had gone fishing off a pier and he cast his rod and let go. Literally, it just fell out of his hands and the whole rod sank into the depths.

After reaming him a new one for not keeping a better grip on his rod, I taught him the first rule of fishing. Lie.

We went home and his story is, "I hooked this huge fish and it just yanked the rod out of my hands!"

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Stew21 said:

I have heard of it. I don't own a copy of it, but have read massages.
I'll have to get a copy and see if it improves my fishing.
Yesterday afternoon I tried again to fish. Big lure on too light a line. Huge fish - snapped line. Much swearing and I threw the fishing pole. "I quit! I'm not good at this!"
Mr. Stew told me what I'd done wrong, which I didn't want to hear and I called it quits, telling him he should be the one to fish and I sent him to the lake. "They're biting, I'm just not good enough to catch them."
He went out and caught 4 decent fish right after that.
I suck at fishing. (Why do I love to do things I'm no good at?)


Trish, a total amateur fisherwoman and writer.

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The Compleat Angler is the Izzac Walton book I referred to earlier. It was written in the 1600s (I'm pretty sure, without Googling it), and is probably more philosophy than practical guide--although there is plenty of practical guide within its covers too. But, since we seldom make our fishing line out of a horse's tail hair any more, I doubt it would be of much practical good to you as a 'how to' book. I do recommend our own AKA Eraser's fishing book, though. It's good info and funny as all get out.

Don't give up on the fishing. You'll get it yet.