Tell me a fishing Story or Truth

Except for 90 minutes at KY Lake in April, I have not been able to do any fishing since January and Fishaholic Withdrawals set in a LONG time ago. Tell me a fishing story. I will make you a deal. You tell the story in any of the 3 following forms, 100% True, Partially True / Partially exaggerated, 100% Fish Tale, and I will guess and post which I think it is. I just want to read about some fish coming aboard. I will even start and you can guess if you like.

December 16, 2009 and Bonefish, 3sons and myself were FNF fishing at Dale Hollow Lake. We had been catching a few fish and were fishing a new spot that I had found a couple of days later that had produced a couple Brownfish over 5 plus some really nice Bucketheads as well so we were all on point. There was some brush under the water in this one spot and if you casted too close to the bank you got into it, which I did on this particular cast, but I was the only one that knew. I reel down and set the hook and let out a yell as my rod loaded up to play a joke on Bone and 3sons, then the part of the brush pile let loose and I was hooked to a pretty large branch, LOG SALMON, that was putting up a good fight. I am workng the rod like she is fighting, acting like she is going to jump and putting my rod tip in the water, on and off the trolling motor to make it look like the branch is really moving. My buddy Mike, 3sons, was in the middle and grabbed the net but I was whispering to him to give the net to Bonefish in the back of the boat. Mike looked at me with a confused look on his face and then it registered that I was playing a joke on Bone. I am on the trolling motor to move the boat forward while trying to get the branch to the back of the boat and now saying "Give the net to Bone, Give the net to Bone". Saying stuff like "She is coming up, she is going to jump". I am pulling drag out with my hand to make it sound like she is stripping drag and everything. Bonefish is about 127 years old and he was wearing this purple Bart Simpson looking hat, which is funny right there I don't care who you are, and he gets in FULL NETTING STANCE. He has both hands on the net, feet are about shoulder width apart, looking intensely into the water, just waiting for the Brute to surface so he can do his best Netboy Imitation. He even takes one hand off the net and adjust his hat for a second because he is that INTENSE. Finally I hit the trolling motor again and hold the spool to get the branch to surface right at the back of the boat in front of him and I am yelling "Get Her Bone, Get Her Bone" and he takes a stab at the branch right before it gets to the surface, sees and realizes it is a tree branch and it was a joke the whole time, then just about gets whiplash as he looks at me, STILL CROUCHED IN FULL NETTING POSITION, and says "You Son of a Buck You, I thought you had a fish". Mike and myself were laughing so hard we just about fell out of the boat. Mike is laid out over the drivers seat holding his side, I was leaned over backwards so much that I just about fell on the floor of the boat, Bonefish grabbed his rod and made a cast and his blood was boiling. We had tears running down our faces and you thought we were at the Comedy Club and Bone was wanting to fight somebody. We caught so many Excellent quality fish off this spot that it is apart of my morning milkrun and everytime I get there, my first thought is about the LOG SALMON / Bonefish / Mike morning and not the Brownfish. You decide which of the 3 this story is. Bonefish knows the EXACT truth, the WHOLE truth and NOTHING but the TRUTH.

[QUOTE=elnutsmalljaws;423212]Except for 90 minutes at KY Lake in April, I have not been able to do any fishing since January and Fishaholic Withdrawals set in a LONG time ago. Tell me a fishing story. I will make you a deal. You tell the story in any of the 3 following forms, 100% True, Partially True / Partially exaggerated, 100% Fish Tale, and I will guess and post which I think it is. I just want to read about some fish coming aboard. I will even start and you can guess if you like.

December 16, 2009 and Bonefish, 3sons and myself were FNF fishing at Dale Hollow Lake. We had been catching a few fish and were fishing a new spot that I had found a couple of days later that had produced a couple Brownfish over 5 plus some really nice Bucketheads as well so we were all on point. There was some brush under the water in this one spot and if you casted too close to the bank you got into it, which I did on this particular cast, but I was the only one that knew. I reel down and set the hook and let out a yell as my rod loaded up to play a joke on Bone and 3sons, then the part of the brush pile let loose and I was hooked to a pretty large branch, LOG SALMON, that was putting up a good fight. I am workng the rod like she is fighting, acting like she is going to jump and putting my rod tip in the water, on and off the trolling motor to make it look like the branch is really moving. My buddy Mike, 3sons, was in the middle and grabbed the net but I was whispering to him to give the net to Bonefish in the back of the boat. Mike looked at me with a confused look on his face and then it registered that I was playing a joke on Bone. I am on the trolling motor to move the boat forward while trying to get the branch to the back of the boat and now saying "Give the net to Bone, Give the net to Bone". Saying stuff like "She is coming up, she is going to jump". I am pulling drag out with my hand to make it sound like she is stripping drag and everything. Bonefish is about 127 years old and he was wearing this purple Bart Simpson looking hat, which is funny right there I don't care who you are, and he gets in FULL NETTING STANCE. He has both hands on the net, feet are about shoulder width apart, looking intensely into the water, just waiting for the Brute to surface so he can do his best Netboy Imitation. He even takes one hand off the net and adjust his hat for a second because he is that INTENSE. Finally I hit the trolling motor again and hold the spool to get the branch to surface right at the back of the boat in front of him and I am yelling "Get Her Bone, Get Her Bone" and he takes a stab at the branch right before it gets to the surface, sees and realizes it is a tree branch and it was a joke the whole time, then just about gets whiplash as he looks at me, STILL CROUCHED IN FULL NETTING POSITION, and says "You Son of a Buck You, I thought you had a fish". Mike and myself were laughing so hard we just about fell out of the boat. Mike is laid out over the drivers seat holding his side, I was leaned over backwards so much that I just about fell on the floor of the boat, Bonefish grabbed his rod and made a cast and his blood was boiling. We had tears running down our faces and you thought we were at the Comedy Club and Bone was wanting to fight somebody. We caught so many Excellent quality fish off this spot that it is apart of my morning milkrun and everytime I get there, my first thought is about the LOG SALMON / Bonefish / Mike morning and not the Brownfish. You decide which of the 3 this story is. Bonefish knows the EXACT truth, the WHOLE truth and NOTHING but the TRUTH.[/QUOTE]
well Elnut, I always read anything you post. and believe what you say. and the story sounds true. but my guess would be it's not true. because you said you were fishing a new spot, you found a couple days later. I'm glad to see your getting better. :)

One time i was fishing at a pretty big pond but not huge. I set my catfish pole out on the other side with a huge bobber so i could see. I was bass fishing the other side. After i little while i heard a loud racket. My pole ( leaned against my tackle box) had flipped over and went into the water. I see my pole just flying through the water. I got lucky and my pole happened to float. i rushed to the other side and casted my line and hooked my pole. One i got it on shore and reeled in my cat pole, it happened to be about a 6lb bass. ( caught on catfish bait)

When I was a young man my dad and I was at a barber shop waiting on my turn to get a hair cut. All the guys were setting around telling fishing stories. My dad was a quite man, but when he spoke everyone listened to what he said. He told them that he was at Cumberland this past weekend and he had gotten a ticket for hunting out of season and over the limit in bass. I am thinking he was not fishing this past weekend.

He told them he was crappie fishing this past weekend and it was hot and had not caught any thing to brag about, and was going to go to the house, when he looked up and seen a big ol squirrel setting in a tree, so he pulled the boat under the tree and shoots the squirrel and it fell in the boat, he puts the squirrel in his tackle box and shuts it up. He then saw a game warden up on the hill. Knowing squirrel season was not in, he had to do something. He started the boat up and headed for the boat ramp. When we got to the ramp there was the game warden waiting on him, so he just went by the ramp and went up into a cove to get rid of the squirrel. He must of just wounded the squirrel cause when he opened the tackle box out come one mad squirrel. the squirrel has got Hulapoppers, Jitter bugs, Grape Worms, AC Shiners, broken back minnows hanging all over him. This mad thing is running all over the boat then jumps in the water and swims to the bank. Before he can get to the bank six 3lb bass starts hitting all this tackle that is matted up in his fur and the squirrel drags them all out. The Game warden comes down and starts writing him a ticket for hunting out of season and over the limit in bass.

I think they all decided that my dad was the winner in the fishing tales for that day.

This is of the many stories my dad told, and sure do miss him because he passed away many years ago. I hope it brought a smile to your face as it does mine when I think about this story.

Billy

[QUOTE=waterdog101;423228]well Elnut, I always read anything you post. and believe what you say. and the story sounds true. but my guess would be it's not true. because you said you were fishing a new spot, you found a couple days later. I'm glad to see your getting better. :)[/QUOTE]

I should have posted it was a couple of days earlier when I found this new spot, actually found it by trying to pattern the spot that we won the Billy Westmoreland Tourney that weekend before. The story is 100% true, Bonefish and the truth of the LOG SALMON

[QUOTE=410th;423235]When I was a young man my dad and I was at a barber shop waiting on my turn to get a hair cut. All the guys were setting around telling fishing stories. My dad was a quite man, but when he spoke everyone listened to what he said. He told them that he was at Cumberland this past weekend and he had gotten a ticket for hunting out of season and over the limit in bass. I am thinking he was not fishing this past weekend.

He told them he was crappie fishing this past weekend and it was hot and had not caught any thing to brag about, and was going to go to the house, when he looked up and seen a big ol squirrel setting in a tree, so he pulled the boat under the tree and shoots the squirrel and it fell in the boat, he puts the squirrel in his tackle box and shuts it up. He then saw a game warden up on the hill. Knowing squirrel season was not in, he had to do something. He started the boat up and headed for the boat ramp. When we got to the ramp there was the game warden waiting on him, so he just went by the ramp and went up into a cove to get rid of the squirrel. He must of just wounded the squirrel cause when he opened the tackle box out come one mad squirrel. the squirrel has got Hulapoppers, Jitter bugs, Grape Worms, AC Shiners, broken back minnows hanging all over him. This mad thing is running all over the boat then jumps in the water and swims to the bank. Before he can get to the bank six 3lb bass starts hitting all this tackle that is matted up in his fur and the squirrel drags them all out. The Game warden comes down and starts writing him a ticket for hunting out of season and over the limit in bass.

I think they all decided that my dad was the winner in the fishing tales for that day.

This is of the many stories my dad told, and sure do miss him because he passed away many years ago. I hope it brought a smile to your face as it does mine when I think about this story.

Billy[/QUOTE]


Just a few white lies in this fish tale.

It was a cool fall evening and I was fishing in a friend's pond for bass. I was hoping for a surface bite and had tied on a black Hula-Popper with a yellow skirt.

In just a short time I experienced a "professional overrun" in my line and had to untangle the bird's nest. I had pulled out quite a bit of line and gotten the tangle free and looked up to see where my Hula-Popper was floating. My bait was no where to be seen so I start to reel in and feel a terrific pull on my rod.

While I was doing the untangle deed, an 8 lb catfish had taken my bait and was sitting on the bottom with it.:eek:

I landed the fish (that's how I know the weight) and unhooked and released it.

I was fishing Ky Lake one night in 2006 for Smallies slow rolling a spinnerbait when I too much mustard on the Hot Dog and oh what a birdsnest did I have. Normally one of this magnitude and I would just give it a haircut and put her in the box but I had just put new Flourocarbon line on it and did not want to waste it. I started a pickin and a grinnin and was working the trolling motor away from the bank to help the line not tangle as I was stripping it off the reel and laying it in the water. I don't have a clue as to how much line I had off but know the reel was just about bare so I started reeling it up with the backlash now cured. After a few cranks, I said to my buddy sure don't want to hang one now because I would never get her in. I am cranking and get the slack out but still a LONG way from where I started when I feel a fish on the other end. I set the hook and it took dang near 3 days to land that 12" Smallmouth. We were both laughing the entire time I was fighting the fish.

Well one of the best stories I have involves the fish of a lifetime for most and the lucky girl who caught it in her first ever tournament,

Last year my wife (who doesn't fish) had agreed to fish our clubs "guys and gals" tournament which we try to put on once a year, we didn't prefish due to heat and rough water so I just knew this was going to be "interesting" at best. I rigged her up with my sons tournament ready rod - a 6'9" carrot stick with 8lb test, we ventured to the lake so she could cast from the shore/dock to get the feel of a shakey head, 2 cast into it she hooks about a 2-1/2lb largemouth and wrestles it in like a champ, I'm glad Iaconelli wasn't around because she'd of made him go deaf!!! Rigged and ready to go we took off into our first ever tournament together, she was looking at these other women like a heavy weight showdown, these women weren't basser's either they just go to support us guys and to spend a day in the sun mostly.

We blasted off to what I thought woulbe be a great place for her to catch some small fish to get her going and after about an hour with little sucess she was dragging the bait behind the boat and was reeling it in to cast again and all of a sudden I hear drag ripping off her reel and I look back as to say "what are you doing?" when she says "I think I have a fish" and she's a cranking that poor reel as hard as her little arms could go not even looking back at the fish just staring down at the reel crankin - drag still screaming. As I had turned to see what she was doing about 30 yards back I see a HUGE smallmouth doing ariel accrobats at least three times before I could comprehend what was happening.

I dropped my rod and my first instincts knowing this bruiser was hard enough for a seasoned guy to land with this light tackle let alone this rookie, I wanted to grab the rod from her - yet I didn't, she was yelling and saying over and over "this is a hog, this is a hog" As the tears of laughter started streaming I began the job of netting this beauty (meanwhile she still crankin her butt off never looking away from the reel) I was yelling out directions as to how to get his thing to the net: as if I could tell a smallmouth where to go. Eventually after 10 or so jumps she drags it into the net; a 4.2lb smallie on 8lb test!!!

When we made it to weigh in she was walking like a prize fighter and I think she heard Iron Man playing in the background as she carried it to the scales. I will never forget that day, it was one of the memories I will always cherish especially when you need it during the low points in life I like to think back and chuckle........ it's a hog (my wife is a VERY reserved person, kind of timid)

Gonna fess up, I went fishing the otherday but after a short time I ran out of worms. Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in his mouth. Frogs are good bait. Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth I grabbed him behind the head , took the frog and put it in my bait bucket. Now the dilemma was how to release the snake without gtting bit. here's where I have to be truthful, not being able to afford Jack Daniels like I originally stated I grabbed my bottle of Ripple and poured a little in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, he went limp. I released him into the pond without incident and carried on fishing using the frog. A little time later I felt a nudge on my foot. There was that same snake with two frogs in his mouth! Hope I still have a little credibility on this board after I streched the truth a little, Now where did I put my bottle?

Posted this on the board a couple years ago (still true!) :)

I was 7 years old and my brother was playing a ball game at a field a couple blocks from our downtown Frankfort house. This field backed up to the KY River, right where a sewage line ran into the water. It always stunk there and the sand turned to a dark greenish clay.

Wandering the bank, I find a orange metal stake with a rusted-out hole in the top. Hmmm, I think, this could make a fishing pole.

A little more bank wandering, and I find about 5 feet of old fishing line with a rusty 4/0 hook wrapped up in an overhanging branch. Yeah!

A couple rocks get turned over, and a wriggling redworm is now mine.

Orange stake goes in the sand at the water's edge, line goes through the rusted-out hole in the stake, worm goes on the hook, and into the water. Couldn't have been more than a foot deep.

All of a sudden, my line starts moving left and right. I pull up the stake, and a 4" shad has eaten my worm. Success!

Being 7, it now became my goal to squeeze as much entertainment out of that shad as possible. I put it back in the water and watch my line move side to side. Occasionally, the shad would run out of tethered line and come up to the surface.

You can see where this is going, can't you?

All of a sudden: WHAM! A bass inhales that shad. Couldn't have been much more than 11 inches (10 was legal back then), but to me it might as well have been a 9-pounder. The bass starts to swim away, my orange stake starts coming out of the ground, and I pounce on it like a cat on a mouse.

I wonder what those people in the stands thought when I emerged from the brush, holding an orange stake in one hand and an 11" bass in the other? I didn't have time to think, as it was only 4 blocks home and I was at a dead run.

Why? To put the bass in the bathtub, of course.

Turned on the water, not too hot, not too cold, and put 'er in. Enjoyed watching her swim around a little bit, but for some reason after a minute or two she stopped swimming. Guess I was too young to know about chlorine.

Dad came home after my brother's game and filleted it - ate every bit of it myself. Years later, I kick myself for not putting the bass back in the water so I could have caught a 50-lb. catfish. :-)

I grew up fishing with cane poles, gradually moving on to trotlining for catfish. About 6 years ago, two friends & I decided we wanted to try to learn bass fishing, which none of us had done very seriously. living in Louisville, we had heard that Guist held big bass. We went and rented boats at the marina 3-4 times focusing on bass for the first 3 hours, getting frustrated, and switching to live bait ultimately catching 50+ panfish each time. Still, our goal was bass.

One of the guys, John, had a birthday coming up, so we picked out some bass lures for him. Once again, we're at Guist casting plastics & crankbaits. We've caught 3 so far, which was our best day by far, but we haven't had a bite in hours. So, Greg suggests we try the cove up by the dam then call it a day. John pulled out a chartreuse spinnerbait and asked if we thought it might work. He mentioned later that he thought it was the weirdest looking contraption he'd ever seen and that he'd never tied on a lure that big in his life. We get to the cove Greg suggested, and cast at the shore coasting in. I told the guys i wanted to go forward enough so John (in the front of the boat) could cast at a pontoon boat parked on the side. John makes one cast that's inhaled by a 6lb bass right when it hit the water. We pick the lure, cove, target, but he made the cast. We all considered it a group victory.