Does anybody have a tall tale fishing story they would like to share, maybe spark the board and put some life back in it, I feel some have lost interest since its gotten so flippin hot. Try your hand at a fishermans tale.
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Does anybody have a tall tale fishing story they would like to share, maybe spark the board and put some life back in it, I feel some have lost interest since its gotten so flippin hot. Try your hand at a fishermans tale.
While Fishing Greers Ferry in the Fall of 1996 near Higden with my Dad and Uncle, I pulled up into a small cove verticle jigging timber when i felt a thump on my jig. I set the hook and reeled up what I thought was a small fish. Suddenly after fighting the fish for a few seconds the rod stopped cold and I thought I was snagged for about five seconds. Then the snag started to move off and I knew I was hooked into something really big. I was using only six lb test so we followed the fish around and around in the cove. After about 10 minutes I began to see color and realized I was hooked up with a World Record Class Walleye. The fish continued to fight until it reached the surface. It was truly around a 20 pounder. As I got the fish to the surface and just out of reach of the net. The monster opened it's mouth while looking at me, and out popped about an 7 inch Kentucky Bass hitting me square in the chest and knocking me back in the boat. One last look and the fish turned and went back down into the depths of Jarassic Walleye Park. Man I wish I could have got my hands on that one. Every now in then I look at a map of Greers, and I see that small cove and I say to myself im going to return to even up the score.;)
While fishing for catfish I hooked one that ran real good then wrapped up on something underwater. I told my buddy to hold the line tight and so I could dive down and untangle the fish. When I dove down, there was an old 49 Ford pickup someone had driven off into the lake and the catfish was wrapped up around the steering wheel. Everytime I would try to reach in and untangle the line, the catfish would roll up the window on me.
I was fishing over on the St. Francis and I noticed a squirrel trying to walk out on a little bitty limb to get at a wild pecan out on the end. Everytime the squirrel would start out toward the end of the limb. The squirrels weight would cause the limb to bow down and the nut would go underwater. The squirrel would back up the limb and the nut would come back out of the water. This went on for some time until the squirrel finally ran down the limb, jumped, grabbed the nut, and fell off into the water. When the squirrel hit the water a huge bass swirled up and ate the squirrel whole.
In just a short time the bass came back up and set another pecan out on the end of the limb.
several years ago i took my sons, then about 8 and 10 years old, fishing for bass with crawfish on a very small sunken island in norfork lake. i got on top of the island and told them to let the crawfish down to the bottom. they were probably 8 ft apart in the boat. no sooner had the first one let his down he got a hit and i told him to wait till the bass swallowed the crawfish. bout that time the other son got a hit so i told the first one to wait until the second one was ready to set the hook and for both to set the hook at the same time. they did an both were hooked up to a bass. as they fought their bass and brought them to the boat their lines kept coming towards the middle of the boat. when they got the fish to the top they had both caught the same kentucky bass.
I believe Crappiepro and ODH are fibbing. I choose to stay with the truth:D
A buddy of mine caught a huge catfish and wanted to show it around so he put it in a 55 gallon drum of water in the back of his pickup. Everday he would take a cup of water out of the 55 gallon drum and after a few weeks the catfish was surviving in the drum with only the bottom just damp. The catfish had been weaned from water. The fellow was driving along one day and hit a big bump and the drum fell over and the fish fell into a flooded road ditch and drowned.
you are a nut. i got to meet you at the lake deal if it ever comes about. then again i may want to avoid you like the plague. i'll have to check with others that know you to see how safe it is to be within 10 miles of you.
I haven't met but a few people on here. Tom, BillyE. and Krappie KG. All fine fellers. I told my wife when we came through the land of the big black bird on our way home last friday that we needed to stop and visit you.
I was punked by a Walleye, that fish still haunts me to this day.:(
well now i'm mad. next time you better.
several years ago while fishing buyou meto looking for a likely spot I saw a beaver hut told my captain shut'er down (little 9.9 merc.) we eased up to the hole skulling that is I'm old school and like to skull when catching them crappie as I eased my orange jig head with an orange and chartrus skirt down vertical jigging you know on the outer parts of the hut working my way in BAM!!! got'em so I thought it took me into the hut and broke me off before quick with my 6lb. line no worries jigs are cheap and I know what color they want so tie on another orange jig head with orange and chartrus skirt mind you my captain is still fishing during my down time as we know its holding fish so I'm keeping the boat in position 2 min. tops on the retie I liked the looks of a little bush on the opposite side of the boat from the hut so I eased the old orange and chartrus down and BAM!!! got'em darn bass as he is flopping in the boat I noticed some extra tackle in his mouth opposite jaw as where my current jig is set. I looked at my captain with a grin and said bubba I got my jig back!!! Yes Sir!!! 1 break off, 2 min. later 1 Bass and 2 orange and chartrus midsouth jigs!!! Pulled the jigs out thanked the ole bass for bringing my jig back let'em go! My buddy (captain) says Chuck if you would have come to work tomorrow and told me that story I'd call you a lier but I seent it with my own eyes!!! I don't know if you are that good or that ole bass was that hungry? I told him that ole bass was just honest and brought back what was rightfully mine.
An old cajun was fishing down on the bayou and having a good day of it when he ran out of shinners. he was about to pack it in when a big ole cotton mouth crawled up on the bank next to him with a frog in his mouth. Knowing that frogs was a good bait for them big basses he quickly reached down and snatched up that snake and pryed that frog out of his mouth. Once he got the frog out he was at a delimma on how to get rid of the snake without gettin bitten. Well he grabs his bottle of Jack and proceeds to pour a couple ounces down the snakes gullet then released him harmlessly back into the water. The snake moved off sluggishly without incident. Well he managed to catch to more big basses before the frog was completely spent. He was about to pack it in when he felt a tap on his foot, when he looked down there was that snake with two more frogs.
where are my waders?
Waders, I think we need a ladder.
Out fishing for bass on Lake Conway one day, I had been fishing for quite some time with some success, I was using 100 pound braid cause if the big one bit I wanted the best chances for catching him, I pitched my plastic worm up next to some lily pads and thump I got a bite, I set the hook and caught a nice three pounder, thinking that I may have been on a decent pattern I rigged up a new plastic worm, I pitched my plastic worm back up there again, and thump I got bit again, I set the hook and my plastic worm flew past my head, well with a few choice words I accepted that I just missed that fish and thought well he may bite again, so I started the process again, I rigged a new plastic worm up, and I pitched in there again, low and behold thump, thump, I knew it was a sure thing this time, he hit me twice, so I set the hook with a force sure enough to drive the hook home. It took off headed away from my boat it was pulling like mad, I knew it had to be a record fish, it was burning the drag up in my reel taking line, so I knew if I was going to stand a chance at catching this new world record I had to follow him with the trolling motor I kicked it in high gear and commenced to chasing it, finally I started gaining ground on him, fighting the stumps and log in lake Conway proved to make it difficult to keep up, but I was gaining ground, then all of a sudden he started to slow down and turn the left again and he took off again, so back on the trolling motor again and the chase was on, then it slowed down again and I started gaining ground on him again, At this point I was counting the dollars that this world record fish was going to be worth if I could land him, as I got closer he took off again, this time I started thumbing the spool so that he could not peel off as much line, he was strong, I knew this was the ONE. By this time the fight has lasted for what seems like an hour but it was'nt, then the line went limp, I pulled on it and it appeared that I was hung on a stump or a log, it was solid. Talk about being depressed I went from feeling like I was going to be rich to now back to the poor house. Not willing to let it ruin my fishing trip I kick the trolling motor back on to high and headed for the stump I was hung on to retrieve my bait so as to go back fishing, when I got to what I thought was the stump I started to pull on the line and it was pulling to the surface, so I kept pulling until I got it to the top.
My world record did not get off, it was still on there, it had just run out of gas, when I set the hook I had hooked the pull rope on a 9.9 evinrude, and it started, and I played it till it run out of gas.
On Lake Hogue one day I saw a bass hit next to some bushes. Got closer and saw that he was by a bush and whenever a blackbird lit on the bush and cast a shadow the bass would hit it. I had a bait that looked like a red winged blackbird in the truck. So I got it and tied it on. Pitched it next to the bush and the fight was on. Landed her. About 7 pounds or so. Got home and when I cleaned it I cut open the stomach to see what it had been feeding on. It had twelve blackbird shadows in it.
On the same trip I lost a big one. So big in fact that it broke my line in two places!!
i wonder if prayer would help any of these people?
duckhunter, this is like the old saying"If you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch". I'm going back in the house, where it's cool.
Any body else got any tall tales, these are very interesting so far. I think there are more tall tales out there. Come on guys lets here them.
An old man rocking on his porch sees a young kid and his fishing pole walking down the dirt road. "Where you goin' with that pole?" he calls. "Gonna git me some fish with this here fishing pole!" answers the kid. Sure enough, as the sun is setting the old man sees the kid going home with a bucket of fish. Next day, old man rocking on his porch sees the kid walking down the dirt road with some duct tape. "Where you goin' with that?" he calls. "Gonna git me some ducks with this here tape!" answers the kid. "You can't git no ducks with tape!" hollers the old man. But sure enough, as the sun is setting the old man sees the kid going home with the tape strung out behind him and ducks stuck all over it! Next day, old man rocking on his porch sees the kid walking down the dirt road with some chicken wire. "Where you going with that?" he calls. "Gonna get me some chickens with this wire!" answers the kid. "You can't get no chickens with wire!" hollers the old man. But sure enough, as the sun is setting the old man sees the kid going home with the wire strung out behind him and chickens stuck all through it! Next day, old man rocking on his porch sees the kid walking down the dirt road with some pussy willows branches. "Now hold on.I'll get my hat and go with you", said the old man.
No one in this town could catch any fish except this one man The game warden asked him how he did it so the man told the game warden that he would take him fishing the next day... Once they got to the middle of the lake the man took out a stick of dynamite, lit it, and threw it in the water. After the explosion fish started floating to the top of the water. The man took out a net and started picking up the fish. The game warden told him that this was illegal. The man took out another stick of dynamite and lit it. He then handed it to the game warden and said " are you going to fish or talk?"
First liar don't stand a chanceRoflRoflRofl
Good stories.
an oldie... I caught a monster slab the otherday, Not sure the actual weight, but the picture I took of it weighed 4 lbs. It was probably the same fish that broke Snerds line in 2 places. LOl! that was a good one.
These stories are getting better with time, bring on some more stories
Back when I was knee high to a giant grasshopper I was fishing the back waters off skunk pond,its over by jelly bean road.Throwing a white crank bait in the dog days of summer wasn't catching nothing,until seen a greenhead setting on a log.Never I mean never grab hold of braid with a duck running on top of the water with a white crankbait in this mouth.Ever time he'd get airborn I'd pull him back down to run on the water again.It's the only white crankbait in the boat and I wasn't wanting to lose it to a greenhead.The reel was smoking on his last good run,the closer I reeled him to the boat,the more he'd try eating my crankbait.About 10 foot from the boat we made eye contack,what I seen in his eyes I knew I was going to get my crankbait back.I gave him some slack line hoping He'd just keep the crankbait that he wanted so bad.He swim closer to boat and the crankbait dropped out of his mouth,and before I could reel in all the slack line he picked it up again and layed it back on the water and started quacking in a feeding tone.Ever time I'd try reeling the bait back he'd quack louder and swim in circles.To this day I never understood how that duck untied my crankbait it lead it off down the lake with him.
I saw a blond woman in a boat Crappie fishing in a dry field. Then along the road another blond was holler'n at the one in the boat. She said that the blond Crappie fishing in the boat was why blonds had such a bad name. If 'n she could swim she would have swam out there to the boat and kicked her butt.Rofl
An Irish priest loved to fly fish, it was an obsession of his. So far this year the weather had been so bad that he hadn't had a chance to get his beloved wadders on and his favourite flies out of their box Strangly though, every Sunday the weather had been good, but of course Sunday is the day he has to go to work. The weather forcast was good again for the coming Sunday so he called a fellow priest claiming to have lost his voice and be in bed with the flu. He asked him to take over his sermon. The fly fishing priest drove fifty miles to a river near the coast so that no one would recognise him. An angel up in Heaven was keeping watch and saw what the priest was doing. He told God who agreed that he would do something about it. With the first cast of his line a huge fish mouth gulped down the fly. For over an hour the priest ran up and down the river bank fighting the fish. At the end when he finally landed the monster size fish it turned out to be a world record Salmon. Confused the angel asked God, "Why did you let him catch that huge fish? I thought you were going to teach him a lesson." God replied "I did. Who do you think he's going to tell?"