A childhood memory...

My father and I used to go bass fishing at a local quarry. We would go at sunset and throw Jitterbugs into the darkness. Well one night we went out and pulled up to our usual parking spot and noticed an older gentleman sitting on the edge of a long dock. We struck up a conversation only to notice this fella was in the midst of getting sloshed and he had the brown paper bag and bottle to prove it. We walked a little ways down from him and commenced to fishing, his eyes following our every move. My dad let his Jitterbug fly across the water in one of those beautiful sky high arcs. Now I really don't know what this bat thought he was pursueing, but he got it. Both treble hooks buried in this rat with wings. So here's my dad, rod pointed to the heavens, reel singing like a church choir, and this bat cutting didoes in the air. The whole time this drunk is watching in total disbelief. He'd rub both eyes, slap himself repeatedly and spin in circles trying to follow that bat's path of aerial acrobatics. In his attempt to maintain constant visual contact he abruptly discovered where the dock ended and the water began. He climbed out of the water, kneeled on the rocks and began to converse with the Lord. I could'nt hear well but it was something about never drinking Vodka again. At that point he turns to my dad and says "All these years and I never knew they stocked flying fish in here! Good luck to y'all, I'm going to bed"

My father and I have been laughing about that night for 35 years!

lmao thats a good 1,im still wipin tears from that 1.
Thanks for sharing wif us lol

:D:D:D Thanks for sharing!
Blake

no problem...I've always had trouble keeping that story to myself :)

I had an experience with a cotton mouth and jitterbug when i was a boy.
I was fishing a local pond one afternoon then i saw the snake floating on top of the water i throw the jitterbug beyond him and start reeling thinking i would pass it past the snakes face and see if it would strike.

I had to do that a couple of times on the third pass he struck at it and got hooked,now you talk about something fighting better than any fish i ever hooked. I started reeling the snake in and the closer it got to the bank the more i thought about what i was going to do when i got it in.

At that point i cut the line and let the snake go, never did do that again, but i must say it was a heck of rush while i was doing it.

that must have been a hoot!

My buddy and I fished a river for cat. We'd always get there about dark,
set up the camp and start to fish. This night we got there an hour late.
I told my buddy go and start setting up, I'm gonna throw out a line and
I'll come and help, did I mention it was a pitch black night!!
I baited up with a chunk of liver and tossed her out, I noticed there was
a kind of click on line, but didn't pay any attention to it.
My buddy got the coleman lit up and we're setting up camp, he says
to me, hey, you got one, I can see your rod jumping. I race over(without the
lantern) to see what's up. I'm reeling in and the line stops at the tip, I
try again, same thing only I hear screeching. I holler for my buddy to bring
the lantern over. With the light I saw a bat on the end of the rod. When
I casted I must have encircled his foot and when I reeled in I ran his foot
into the tip. Needless to say, he didn't go in the cooler!!

LOL now that is funny!

Crappiekiller3 , did it put up much of a bat tle? Sorry....couldn't resist

That is just too clever silverside!!!! Yeah, he did!

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Originally Posted by silverside

My father and I used to go bass fishing at a local quarry. We would go at sunset and throw Jitterbugs into the darkness. Well one night we went out and pulled up to our usual parking spot and noticed an older gentleman sitting on the edge of a long dock. We struck up a conversation only to notice this fella was in the midst of getting sloshed and he had the brown paper bag and bottle to prove it. We walked a little ways down from him and commenced to fishing, his eyes following our every move. My dad let his Jitterbug fly across the water in one of those beautiful sky high arcs. Now I really don't know what this bat thought he was pursueing, but he got it. Both treble hooks buried in this rat with wings. So here's my dad, rod pointed to the heavens, reel singing like a church choir, and this bat cutting didoes in the air. The whole time this drunk is watching in total disbelief. He'd rub both eyes, slap himself repeatedly and spin in circles trying to follow that bat's path of aerial acrobatics. In his attempt to maintain constant visual contact he abruptly discovered where the dock ended and the water began. He climbed out of the water, kneeled on the rocks and began to converse with the Lord. I could'nt hear well but it was something about never drinking Vodka again. At that point he turns to my dad and says "All these years and I never knew they stocked flying fish in here! Good luck to y'all, I'm going to bed"

My father and I have been laughing about that night for 35 years!

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LOL!!!! I had visions of Otis from The Andy Griffith Show while reading that!!

Now that u mention it, it really does fit well with his character! :)

We had taken our two grandkids and our daughter to a heated dock for a day of fishing. I was trying to teach may grandson how to fish, he was about 6 years old. I gave him a rod-n-reel to fish with, explained to him what to look for when a fish was nibbling at his bait. I walk to the other side of the well to fish.when he said papaw I got a nipple. there was several ladys fishing in the dock also, I turned Red they laught.

Two of the best things in life...fishing & nipples :)

Many year ago my family bought a small farm with two samll lakes.(Mid 60's) We had trouble with Muskrats burrowing into the damn. I had a 12 guage shotgun and my Dad payed me $.50 each Muskrat that I killed.

One night at dusk my Dadsaid come with me I'm going to go fishing and You can stand-by and maybe get a Muskrat. He was throwing a Jitterbug on a very old baitcaster. After a few minutes of fishing we spotted a Muskrat coming directly to us. He stopped the Jitterbug about 30 feet from shore and the Muskrat went under watter. After a minute or two Dad started moving the Jitter bug and I immediately shot it.

Well Dad said , I guess you owe me about 7 Muskrats becasue that's what it will cost to replace the Jitterbug. ***LOL*** Lesson learned be sure of your target before you pull the trigger.

That's some story. Still laughing!

That's funny...one of my earlier fishing memories was me, my friend and his dad trout fishing the Cranberry River in WV. We were fishing this hole with some lunkers when something caught my eye in the trees. Something was flying tight circles around a branch. Didn't think much till I looked back up 20 minutes later and it was still doing it....very tight perfect circles, so we went and investigated.

Someone had lost a fly in the branches and broke it off. A bat had eaten the fly and hooked itself!? We got up there, grabbed the bat and got the hook out with pliers to release him.

Also caught my biggest rainbow ever in that hole...dropped him on the way to show everyone, right in a small creek. I tell ya I belly flopped into that water on a 30 degree day and corralled that thing into the shallows to grab him again with my hands! Then went back to camp!