Favorite fish story...

not sure if these qualifiy, but here it goes anyway. a few years back, i was fishing with my wife, my sister and her boyfriend out at the Army Depot in one of those long flat bottom john boats. it was early april, and i had just gotten out to do a little water spout out on the bank. upon getting back in, i misstepped, looked down and saw i was either going to put my big size 13 boots either on my fishing rods, or on my wife. i chose neither, did a nice pieroette (sp?) that would make dorothy hamill jealous and proceeded to do a perfect nestea plunge off the side of the boat. i landed completely horizontal in about 6 inches of VERY cold water. needless to say, i came out of that water like one of those asian carp and froze my hiney off all the way back to the truck.

in another misfortunate accident, my wife and i were nightfishing out at jacobson park several years ago along with a couple of my buddies. i had impaled what looked like a half dozen monster crawlers you get from wally world onto a treble hook. i leaned back and slung that gob of slime as hard as i could, but never saw it hit the water. it unfortunately smacked my wife in the back of her head and stuck in her hair. YUCK! she will never let me live that one down.

If it came down to me stepping on my rods, my wife or falling in the lake in April ... I'd be sleeping on the couch for a few days, cause I'd step on the wife in a heartbeat.

MsgMills, I don't think our "short commings" is a disease!!

RANGERMAN........THATS COLD!!!!!!!!

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back in the 80's we use to fish for trout at Wolf Creek below the dam at Cumberland. We would drift minnows and from time to time catch skipjack. Anyway, we had just started a drift when I set the hook on a fish. My cousin set the hook on a fish at the same time. Cool, a double! Well, as we reeled our fish closer to the surface our lines merged. One skipjack had taken both of our baits.

I was fishing a tournament on lake Cumberland. It had been really foggy that morning and we held off on all of us leaving the marina until it let up. My partner and I had fished just outside the marina and worked our way back in and we fished a wall when he caught a nice sized LM. When he got it to the boat it had a popper in its mouth. We fished the rest of the day and came in for the weigh in. He mentioned the fish and lure and one of the guys in the club said it sounded like the one he lost that morning. I had my doughts at first but he said exactly what the bait was and the color. My partner gave it to him after I sadi I knew that it was the same kind that he always used.

I figured it might be when your partner caught a 5.3 lb smallie to show you up and get big bass on Barren and then the next time you fished together you caught a 3.3 LM on Nolin to show him up...

Hey Butternut13 you still have the big fish of the year at least until we go back to LBTL. I will then be ahead of you on that one.

When I was 6, I was carted along to my brother's minor league baseball game. I wandered down to the riverbank below the ball field, and found an orange stake someone had anchored in the sand right near where the sewer drained into the river (I know).

On the stake was tied about 2 feet of fishing line and a rusty hook. I turned over logs and rocks until I found a little redworm. I put it on the hook, tossed it out in the water (it couldn't have been more than 6 inches off the bank), and was amazed to catch a 3-inch shad.

I thought that was the coolest thing ever. Wanting to squeeze as much play out of that shad as I could, I pitched it back in the water and watched my line move back and forth.

About 10 seconds later, the orange stake started to pull out of the sand. I grabbed it, pulled up the line, and found that my 3-inch shad had been magically replaced by a 14-inch bass. Six years old, and I had already learned more about the food chain than anything I'd get in grade school later on.

I lived only about 3 blocks away, so I did the logical thing: I ran home with the bass and put it in the bathtub. I always wondered what the business owners thought when they saw a six-year-old sprinting down the street flailing a fish about.

It swam around a bit, but died in about 5 minutes. They didn't teach us about chlorine until 5th grade.

JCB

This all started when fishing with Rangerman on a 12 hour tourament (8pm -8am) we were at Barren River at about 7am the next morning, I really had to take a leak and after pulling up to a point I unzip get in mid stream and he comes out of the blue with "How yawl doing" needless to say I about rip it off getting it put away. He laughed so hard he had to sit down. What a partner!!!!

Me and a buddy were fishing Blood river at Ky. lake in May many moons ago. I was in the back of the boat throwing plastics and the doggone warmouth bluegill were driving me nuts tearing the tails off of every worm own. I told my buddy when the next one hits it I'm gonna let him have it and yank his lips off. Sure nough tap,tap,tap, there he goes and I let him have it, I bow down and hit him like I wanted to jerk the bottom off of the lake. This 4 to 5 inch warmouth comes out of the water by the bank airbourne for at least 8 feet towards me and slashes down in the water. I look at my friend and say I told you I was gonna cross his eyes while we are laughing pretty hard. I go to take up the slack and my line is tight and going down the side of the boat. I tighten it up a bit and say outloud there's something on this thing, as my buddy looks at me like I'm nuts. I set the hook and a bass real close to 5lb., has knocked the scales off of this warmouth and gotten hooked on my sproat hook. We took a picture of the bass, the warmouth and hole rig all hooked up together, luckiest bass I've ever caught.