Conference wahoo::fishing-v2

507.0. "Fishing tale" by CHEFS::MCFADDENP () Thu Jul 25 1996 07:31

    Funny Stories:
    
    
    Fishing has those moments that will never be forgotten, sadly not
    because of some whopper you caught but more the whopper that caught
    you.  Heres a sad stroy of my most recent fishing trip wher i thought i
    covered all the angles.
    
    A few weekends ago while I was the Duty manager for Customer service I
    went to my local lake to do some Carp fishing.  Now being on duty meant
    I had to be contactable at all times, so with Mobile phone and bleeper
    on off I go to my favourite location.  I had pre-baited the area for
    just over a week, chasing a particular fish know as shoulders, around
    35 pounds of clever carp.  It was a lovely sunny day and I settle down
    for the anticipated long wait, both carp rods in the water, baited with
    curry flavoured boilies, both within inchs of one another about 50
    yards out just to the right of a small island.  Now me and shoulders go
    a long way back, I have never lifted him out of the water but I am sure
    I have had him on my line.  Well today was the day, I could see him
    taking my bait on the previous baiting trips, each time more
    confidently than the last.  His number was up, he was to be mine that
    day.  I invested in a few plastic coated weights, that come in the
    different colours of the lake bed, my hair rig was set up to perfection
    and my expensive diamond tipped hook would sink in to the lightest
    touch from his lip.  It would soon be three o'clock and he would be
    feeding around my island.
    
    
    A last cigarette was lit, well everybody gets a last request why not
    shoulders.  I placed my mobile on the floor next to me, my bleeper in
    my top pocket.  He was late, its now 10 minutes past three, slight
    depression setting in, all my hard work and somebody else has caught
    him. Then it happend.
    
    I could not tell you which one went off first but both my mobile and
    fish alarm broke the silence at the same time.  Damn, damn, damn, I was
    in a panic which one first, I grabbed at both not knowing exactly what
    I was going to do.  As I gathered both items up coming erect to strike
    on shoulders, the mobile tumbled from my grasp, Instincivly I drop the
    rod and graspped at the mobile, I stumble and bend over the edge of the
    lake, too late to save my phone but just in time to watch my bleeper
    fall from my top pocket joining its friend at the bottom of the lake.  
    I never knew they where so close, what strange bed fellows indeed.
    
    The rod was still releasing line, I still had him on, I was on my feet
    both hands well placed and I struck, I could feel it bite in, I had him
    and let the whole lake know by my excited shouting.  A good crowd had
    gathered to watch the struggle, advice flowing freely as to wich way to
    pull and what obsticles lay in the depths that he would use to beat me.
    I fished with my finger tips, sensing every move he made.  I gave slack
    when he ran, gently increasing the pull to bring him back.  He danced all
    over, he was sly, he bluffed a move knowing that I would pull on him
    towards the other direction, right in to the reeds where he wanted to go 
    it nearly work.  For thirty minutes we played, but their was no doubt
    now he was mine, he was coming in freely now no longer fighting he given 
    everything and lost.  I was elated, all I had left to do was get him in
    the net, have the photo done and placed over the bar and join the
    select few that had so far reach this great goal.  He was on his side
    and limply coming in to the net.  Somebody standing behind me gently
    said to remeber and keep his head up, he was still a slippery old
    bugger.  I thought I knew better, I had beat him and he was mine, he
    knew this as did I.  
    
    The following sequence still hurts, but he flipped twice, the line went
    slack and shoulders gently swam away.  The large crowed silently
    disappeared around me, avoiding my pleading look.  Without a word
    spoken I entered the lake in about four feet of water to pick up my
    phone and bleeper, I gather my tackle and started the long lonley walk
    back home.  I placed my carp rods in the garage where they have sat
    untouched since.
    
    
      

    I got one like that...
    
    I'm a mountain trout stream fisherman, usually after the little
    brookies, but I had the chance to fish on a big boat on Lake Michigan a
    few years ago. Never having done this, I didn't care what species of
    fish we caught or how big they were, which was good cause I was
    informed the best we'd do at this time of the year was some small lake
    trout. First fish on, the downrigger popped and I grabed the pole.
    Imediately the Capt. and I knew this was a *BIG* fish. "King salmon!" the
    capt yelled, "and at this time of year!" I fought this fish for
    probably 30 minutes, just as he came to the side of the boat and my
    wife was just about ready to snap that all proving picture, this 4
    foot, estimated at 30 lb King spit the lure right at me, hitting me in
    the sunglasses. We all watched him slowly swim away. I swear he had a
    smile of his face. We all caught several small lakers the rest of the
    day, not to mention a hell of a buzz. Later that evening, at a party at
    the Capt's house, he showed me a King he had mounted that was about 3.5
    feet long and weighed in at 28 lbs. all the time saying "Yours was a
    lot bigger."

    Mine's  note# 230, I can't bear to repeat it...still haven't caught my
    first but I've only had several tries since and those were never at the
    end of the season when the stripers are biggest. 
    Thanks, I really enjoyed your stories - make for great relaxation at
    lunch!
    
    -Bob

    Hi
    
    I've just started fishing again after about 25years I do love it but
    never seemed to have the time in the past 25years, I must say I totally
    enjoyed your stories they were very good, I only wish I had one to tell
    back, the nearest I can come was a night fishing spree my mate next
    door and I went after a big carp!! alas nothing like the size of
    shoulders but a 10lb carp is still a nice fish to catch, we had no luck
    and my mate said come on lets pack up, the bait we had over I threw in 
    by the floats, if you can image two guys admitting defeat and going
    home but still leaving the rods till last to pack away, we both had
    starlights on and as I turn around to get the rod rest out Eddies 
    float flew up the pond heading for the reeds, I screamed at Eddie
    your float its gone he turned around struck guided it away from the
    reeds and tried to get it under control, just as he managed it his line 
    snapped, but I,ve never seen a guy shake so much in my life it was 
    worth it just to see how excited he was.
    
    
    regards
    
    Mike.