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story sumitted by bigmouthbabe

[font "Verdana,Arial,Helvetica"][black][size 1]I Went Fishing and it was fun i caught some fish but fishing gets boring if you fish 3 hrs so i was walking along the shore and all of a sudden i was TANGLED

No the fish wasnt hooked it just broke the line of a diffrent fisher and had swolloed the swivel and so i DID GET IT ON SHORE itwas a 2lb trout all the fishes were in AWE

I Still Have It In My FREZZER WAITING TO BE EATEN
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story sumitted by BASSMASTER-ND

Well I went fishing with a buddy and WE FORGOT THE ROD HOLDERS! The fishing was really going slow so I tied on a hook with a worm and a split shot and threw it on out there. Sence we FORGOT THE ROD HOLDERS I set it down on the bank and put some sticks and weeds that were already there in the way until I was satisfied that a fish wouldnt be able to pull it in. So I turned my back on the rod and I was going to tie on a crankbait on my other rod. I hear this sound that sounds like SSSSSSPPPPLLLLLLAAAASSSSHH!!!! That could only mean one thing: There goes my rod! So I turn around and see my baitcasting rod and reel taking off in the water!! So I jump in after it, clothes and all! So I grab my rod that is already under water and gaining speed with every second. And I start reeling and once I get myself back to shore and bring the fish to shore it turns out to be a 25" Catfish. WHAT A DAY!!!!!!
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story sumitted by COLDFOOTER

[size 2]This took place in June 2003 and sometimes kids take things so literally.

As excited as he could be on his birthday, his old G-pa was even more excited in the fact I was going to take my grandson fishing for the first time. After a quick stop at the local Wal-Marts so my grandson could pick out his own new fishing rod, and after he pull nearly every pole and reel combo package from their pegs, he finally set sight on his new fishin' pole. No matter what I had to said I was totally out voted by a 3 year old and there would be no chancing the lads mind. It was going be that Scooby Doo fishing pole he had a death grip on, or nothing. So I said "fair enough" and away we went. Wow was he one proud owner of a New Scooby Doo fishing rod and reel and he made darn sure everyone in line at the checkout was aware of it. Whats more, he never lost his death grip on the pole so gal at the checkout had to use the hand held scanner to price it out.

Knowing my son as a youngster, and me at that age as far as that goes, I felt inorder to insure my G-son would want to go fishing with his G-pa again I'd better make darn sure he caught something that day, so Bullheads were our targot. I already had the nightcrawlers so after stopping to pick up a few fresh shrimp at a local market my grandson and I set forth on our quest.

Its strange how things can slip from ones mind as time passes and age creeps in. But, after arriving at the lake it quickly came back to me why I'd get so frustrated while trying to fish with my son when he was that age! I think the top eye of that Scooby Doo rod got poked at and under, and drug across, very rock along the beach for 100 feet in each direaction from where I sat up our chairs! But, after finally running him down, and coaxing back to his chair, the New Scoody Doo outfit was set up with merely a big red bobber. To be completely honest I wasnt sure whether the darn thing would even cast when he grab it up at Wal-Marts. So, after the bobber was loaded I made a couple casts just to assure myself it actually worked and I was a tad surprise I could whip it out 50 foot or so. Then my attempts to show him the finer arts of pushing the botton in of his reel and casting took place. The lad wouldnt have a thing to do with using faulty equipment either so after changing a broken bobber for the 3rd time I seen a completely asounded, but very proud look come across his face when he finally managed to cast the bobber 15- 20 feet out onto the water without smacking the bobber on the rocks at his feet. A few more attempts took place at casting with varieing success then he told me in no uncertain terms "I want to catch a fish grampa!". So a new bobber, hook and sinker were installed along with half a nightcrawler. Whats more, he wasnt having anything to do with G-pa casting it out for him either. So after a warning about shape hooks and what not, I took the cowardly way out and stood back and ran the Cam-corder as he made his first fully loaded toss. With Cam-corder recording I coaxed him several times to cast it by saying, "Ok, through it way out there". With his right arm fully cocked and just before he finally tossed it out he gave me a goofy questioning look, looked out at the water, pointed with his left hand and said, "out there?". I replied "Yeah, through it out there as far as you can while I film ya". You guessed it, the entire Scooby Doo rig was tossed about 20 feet off shore! Needless to say my newly found fishing buddy was a bit heartbroken. But, with his help when it came time to reel, we snagged his line and retrieved his New Scooby Doo fishin' pole and reel. Thank God for Big Red & White Bobbers!

We never had a bite that day but I feel the day was a complete success. After awhile (about 5 minutes) he had a great time tossing rocks at his bobber. But he brought home his Scooby Doo fishing pole witch on hangs proudly next to G-pa's rods..

Later after telling my brother what had taken place while fishing with my grandson he proceeds to tell me what had taken place while fishing with his granddaugther at Currant Creek Res. a week earlier. Like I had for my grandson, my brother had taken his granddaughter to get her first fishing pole also. Nope! no dumb old Scooby Doo fishing pole for her, she chose Tweety Bird!

Unlike my grandson, my brother said his granddaughter was very patient while fishing. Sat very quietly and held her pole until she'd see her bobber go under and after a couple misses she started hooking up. Although, my brother was quick to point out he did the casting. He told me her pole seem to be the hot ticket too. Of the dozen small Cutties caught that day she caught 80% of them on the Tweety Bird pole. Whats more, a float tuber who happend to be fishing nearby wasnt doing any better than the rest of the group in my brothers fishing party. After watching her drag in the 4th or 5th Cuttie the guy yeld to my brother saying,, "I'll give ya 30 bucks for the Tweety Bird fishing pole and bobber[/size]
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STORY SUMITTED BY Hutch00

I was out LMB fishing one day in my 12 foot rowboat trolling around with my minn Kota stopped at a prime spot tossed out a live minnow and deadsticked the rod in the holder and was flipping a plastic worm on my other rod. Suddenly I see the rod in the holder start to twitch so I drop the flippin rod with the plastic worm still out there and reach for the minnow rod while setting the hook on the minnow rod I hear the flippin rod jump and see a nice bass jump with my line following him now I have 2 hooked so I place the minnow rod back in the holder and reach for the other rod and I moved to fast and flipped out of the boat and into the water so now I'm a little stunned then I realize that my flippin rod is being dragged across the lake by the bass so I dive for the rod and barely grab it now nearby there is a dock with 2 older guys fishing from it well lets just say they had to stop fishing for a while since they were laughing so hard so now I get the flippin rod and start fighting the fish standing chest deep in the lake when snap there goes the line and I turn around to climb back into the boat well I must have hit the motor control when I fell cause I had to swim very fast with a rod in one hand after the boat luckily there was a rope that I tie off with dragging behind I get the bot turn off the trolling motor grab the other rod and the fish is still on there it was a big chain pickerel and his teeth must have wore out my leader because alll I finally reeled in was a frayed line so I climb back in the boat I'm soaking wet I look back at the dock and the 2 old guys are both doubled over laughing now and I'm to say the least embarrased now I realize that my hat is gone with my fishing license on it I look around and see it floating so now I have to move over to it and try to net it I got it with the 2 guys on the dock watching me I retie my lines but this time I only use the flippin rod toss out another plastic worm and bang a 23 inch 6 pound bass with a 16 Inch girth is now mounted on my wall and the 2 old guys thanked me for entertaining them Oh yeah I now keep my wallet in a plastic Zip Lock bag
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story sumitted by leaky

[size 1]This happened to me yesterday! Any advice, comments? Wow, what an experience, what a story, my pup saved my but! Went fishing on the Weber River yesterday with my pup (5 mos.) to my club below Echo. Did a lot of walking along the river watching Sparky have fun and chasing any fish I caught and released. About 1/2 mile down the river I notice large tracks walking my direction along the roadbed. Cow, elk, what? Looked more like elk - cool. Ran across a large deposit of pooh and decided it was an elk, cool. In reflection I should have known it wasn't. Left the roadbed and started fishing a hole. Lo and behold at what was walking up river towards me!!! A big moose-cool!

[font "Verdana,Arial,Helvetica"][black]Well,------- he kept coming! I didn't like the way he was looking at me! What do I do? Come on, a moose isn't going to bother me!!!! He kept coming! He put his ears back and charged! Decided to take action like if it was a mountain lion and look big, jump up and down and yell!!! My crap, no trees, no nothing!!! Kept on jumping and yelling. The best I can recollect in those few seconds was that he got within 3-5 ft. of me and suddenly turned with my 8 mos old pup in attack mode and in his face. The moose whirled and ran off with Sparky on his heels. Chased him about 300 yds. before I could whistle him back. Hey folks, this is my happy, playful Golden! That sucker was 10 tons if a pound and a bull because I could see the nubs where he lost his antlers. Obviously, I was close enough to see. Ever hear the expression of the hair in the back of your neck standing up? It's true, I remember feeling that watching the moose running away! [/black][/font][/size]
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story sumitted by loanfish

[size 1]I fished bountiful pond sunday night the second of june. Arrived about 11 pm, threw my line out and started fishing. I had a few hits but no fish. I was debating on whether I should leave or not. I decided I would throw out once more and hang out for about twenty min and see if I have any luck. I reel my line in rebate it and cast it out. There was a Pelican maybe 20 yards from where I casted my line. After I had casted my line in I wedged one of my poles in the concrete along the front and turned to walk towards my car. I turned around and kicked back on my car in time enough to see this GIGANTIC Pelican flying straight at me! I had just enough time to dodge it as he was coming at me he hit my fishing pole, snapping it in two. The Pelican then lost its balance and Slammed into my car windshield. From there the Pelican tumbled out of control on the top of my car. and landed skidding accross the ground, just before the end of the pavement.
There were several of us on shore that didnt know what to say or think. Many of us have come in contact with birds at close range, but this was just crazy. Several spanish guys walked towards the Pelican. As 2 of them distracted the pelican from the front, another guy came from behind to grab the pelican by the neck. Another went around back while one went around back to grab the Pelicans beak shut. The three guys Gently picked up the bird and set him near the water by the boat ramp. As the guy let go of the pelicans beak, the pelican turned around and snapped at him. The Razor sharp beak cut the mans hand. Out of anger the guy began to Taunt the pelican, which was real at this point. He was hissing and snapping at anyone who came within 5 ft of him. we stood around this bird for several minutes wondering if we should call for help or let it go. One guy said he wanted to take it home and eat it. I told him there was no way anyone was going to take this bird home. And it wasnt but 5 min after that in which the Pelican stood up and flew right back into the water.

I have seen shows on A&E where Japaneese Kamikaze bombers would just crash into boats. This bird reminded me of one of those. so I give it the name of the Kamikaze Pelican[/size]
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story sumitted by tubedude



[cool][blue][size 1]In the OLDEN DAYS, when I was in the third grade in Idaho Falls, Idaho, I hated it when I had to quit spending my whole day fishing and had to go back to school in the fall. But, that year, I got lucky. The school I had been going to was overfull and several classes were moved to a small building down the street, in the park where my little creek ran through.[/size][/blue][size 1]

[#0000ff]One morning at recess, I walked over to the place where the creek ran under the street. When I looked back in the culvert, I saw a big rainbow laying there. The next day I came to school with a length of old fly line and a 6" snelled hook knotted on the end. When the bell rang for recess, I first ran to a vacant lot and grabbed a grasshopper. Then I ran to the culvert and hooked the hopper onto my handline. I flopped a short length of line into the water and fed it down into the culvert.[/#0000ff]

[#0000ff]SPLASH. The trout took my hopper. After waiting a few seconds, I hauled back and hooked the big old rainbow. It was a real tug of war for a few seconds. The bell for the end of recess rang just as I dragged the fish up onto the grassy bank. I gathered up the fish and my tangled line and ran back to class...hoping to get a break from my teacher, Mrs. Moon.[/#0000ff]

[#0000ff]What luck. She was a fisherman's wife and liked fishing herself. She got all excited when she saw the fish and helped me subdue it and put it in the refrigerator in the teachers' room. At lunch, she also called her husband, who met me when school was out and marveled at the fish. I proudly rode it home in the basket on my bicycle. However, I was asked politely by my teacher to not bring fishing tackle to class anymore.[/#0000ff]

[#0000ff]How big was the trout? Of course they all get bigger as the years go by, but I am guessing it was about 18" and maybe a fat two pounds or so. Then again, it could have been 30" and ten pounds. That's how big it was to me at the time.[/#0000ff]

[#0000ff]The bad news? That little creek (Willow Creek) once ran free from the mountains to its confluence with the Snake River in Idaho Falls. It has long since been dammed. It is now absorbed by a reservoir and no longer flows through town. [/#0000ff][/size]

[#0000ff][size 1]You can never go back...except in your memories.[/size][/#0000ff][size 1] [/size]
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story sumitted by fishermom

[font "Verdana,Arial,Helvetica"][black][size 1][font "Arial"][size 4]LADIES AND FISHING[/size][size 5] [/size][/font] [left][size 3]Earlier this year I did a radio interview with Bob Murray of Delaware Valley Outdoors. A question that he asked me keeps burning in my head…. "What would you say to women about fishing?" I have some thoughts on that….[/size][/left] [left][size 3]Why Should I Fish?[/size][/left] [left][size 3]..... it's called, memories.[/size][/left] [left][size 3]Do you go tanning?[/size][/left] [left][size 3]For the ladies… do you go tanning or lay out in the sun? You can achieve quite a suntan while fishing, and you are being active while doing it, if you chose. Speaking of active, fishing can be great exercise, especially when using two fishing rods. I set mine a distance apart and then wait in the middle. If the fish are active, I am constantly running between the two rods to bring in the fish or re-bait the hook[/size][/left] [left][size 3]If I am fishing with lures, I move up and down the bank, or circle the whole pond if possible. I just can’t sit still when lure fishing.[/size][/left] [left][size 3]Then there is wading, there isn’t too much exercise that compares to walking upstream in a creek that comes to your knees. And the scenery is beautiful! You can’t get THAT in a tanning booth unless you fall asleep and dream it.[/size][/left] [left][size 3][/size][/left] [left][size 3]Do you get your fingernails manicured?[/size][/left] [left][/left] [left][size 3]I do, and I still fish. OK, I used to get them manicured, but finances have taken that luxury away from me at the time. I do miss it… it sure made tying knots easier, believe it or not! And when they got dirty, you’d be SURPRISED what a fingernail brush can remove. You can also wear gloves to fish in as well. So, nope, manicured fingernails hold no water as an excuse for me![/size][/left] [left][size 3]Ewwww….. live bait????[/size][/left] [left][size 3]Live bait is only one option to fishing. There are millions of lures to chose from. You do not have to use live bait. BUT, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it![/size][/left] [left][size 3]I don’t have TIME to go fishing[/size][/left] [left][size 3]OK, this one I can relate to, but you need to make time. Take your kids; go with your husband. Pack a lunch and make an afternoon of it while the kids are out of school.[/size][/left] [left][size 3]Research on the Internet the basics of fishing. Learn how to tie a fishing knot…. (I have a link to a great site just to the right of this column) You can fish for carp and bluegills using corn… it’s next best thing to live bait. Bass and trout will even eat sweet corn from the can. And the beautiful thing about that is they don’t care if it’s name brand or the cheap chewy stuff. I prefer to use the cheap chewy kernels because they stay on the hook better![/size][/left] [left][size 3]C’mon ladies, give it a try, fish with your kids, fish with your husbands. Try corn.[/size][/left][size 2] [left][size 3]Corn doesn’t wiggle. Your husband’s will surely help you unhook a fish[/size]![/left][/size][url "http://www.delawarevalleyoutdoors.com/FisherMOM.htm"][/url]
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