Favorite fish story...

[Fishin_4_Fun]

I've got several:

I had a 15" (at the time) keeper smallmouth jump in the boat @ Cumberland, while fishing along the bank.

I caught a 3.4 LB bass on Green with some unique black markings, the day before a tourney. Then while fishing that bank during the tourney, I was telling my partner about it, and whamm....caught the same fish again on the same bait (shaky head worm).

I'd never had a sucessful double hookup catch in over 30 years, and this year on Barkely did it on 2 days in a row, and had a couple other chances, but each time one fish came unhooked. Got to love it when fish are fighting over your lure!

Was fishing Cumberland at night at the mouth of Fall Creek, with thunder off in the distance. A boat came down the lake, and turned on a blue flashing light. It was the State Police. Someone had called and reported someone in a boat below where they lived was using dynamite. I just had put a 4# smallmouth in the livewell, because it wouldn't swim off when I tried releasing it, and was belly up in the livewell. He searched my entire boat for explosives, after looking in the livewell.

[stratosjoe]

I live very close to a small river and have fished it since I was eight years old. I started out like most of us, walking down to the river with canepole , then my uncle gave me an metal rod with a baitcaster on it. Man was I good with that baitcaster with 2 oz of lead I could throw it halfway across the river. I fished for anything that would bite mainly bullheads and carp. As I got older I would ride my bike down there with an old army backpack on with my wheaties and crawlers inside. My Dad worked alot so I usually went by myself had a great time, My dad got a job closer to home with better pay less hours so he started taking me down there by then I knew some pretty good spots. My dad liked baitcasters so he bought a new Plueger Supreme freespool and shortly after that we got a 12 ft flat bottom . We started fishing pretty much just for Bass at that point. This river is certainly not known for bass mainly crappie,cats and carp but it was very close to home so we hit it alot and always had a good time. Well as with all fathers and sons it seems we grew apart and then twenty years later my sons come along and we all get together every year for a week to fish, drink a beer and tell lies.. My father passed away two years ago we had him cremated and with a tape of beetovens 5th symphony, a six pack of Old Milwaukee beer I scattered his ashes by a favorite stump we always caught bass by. I felt this was as fitting a funeral as a guy could ask for and My sons and I would pass by him every time we went down there fishing. Last spring on my first outing of the year I caught a 7 lb 11 oz largemouth and YOU guessed it,, right on the stump. It was the biggest bass I have ever caught I weighted it took pictures and let it go.I know this sounds like a story but it is true and I felt like every son that has been fishing with his Dad would enjoy it Keep Your Line Wet, StratosJoe I originally posted this on BFHP a number of years ago but thought I would share it.

[mhall]

>I live very close to a small river and have fished it since I
>was eight years old. I started out like most of us, walking
>down to the river with canepole , then my uncle gave me an
>metal rod with a baitcaster on it. Man was I good with that
>baitcaster with 2 oz of lead I could throw it halfway across
>the river. I fished for anything that would bite mainly
>bullheads and carp. As I got older I would ride my bike down
>there with an old army backpack on with my wheaties and
>crawlers inside. My Dad worked alot so I usually went by
>myself had a great time, My dad got a job closer to home with
>better pay less hours so he started taking me down there by
>then I knew some pretty good spots. My dad liked baitcasters
>so he bought a new Plueger Supreme freespool and shortly after
>that we got a 12 ft flat bottom . We started fishing pretty
>much just for Bass at that point. This river is certainly not
>known for bass mainly crappie,cats and carp but it was very
>close to home so we hit it alot and always had a good time.
>Well as with all fathers and sons it seems we grew apart and
>then twenty years later my sons come along and we all get
>together every year for a week to fish, drink a beer and tell
>lies.. My father passed away two years ago we had him cremated
>and with a tape of beetovens 5th symphony, a six pack of Old
>Milwaukee beer I scattered his ashes by a favorite stump we
>always caught bass by. I felt this was as fitting a funeral as
>a guy could ask for and My sons and I would pass by him every
>time we went down there fishing. Last spring on my first
>outing of the year I caught a 7 lb 11 oz largemouth and YOU
>guessed it,, right on the stump. It was the biggest bass I
>have ever caught I weighted it took pictures and let it go.I
>know this sounds like a story but it is true and I felt like
>every son that has been fishing with his Dad would enjoy it
>Keep Your Line Wet, StratosJoe I originally posted this on
>BFHP a number of years ago but thought I would share it.
>
>
>
That's one of the coolest things I've heard of in a long time.

[Viking]

Years ago when my son was about 6, we were fishing for crappie in a farm pond. Ben, my son, was fishing with a cane pole with minnows around the bank. I had noticed a sow bass protecting her nest earlier. Anyway, the inevitable happened. He hooked "Big Mama". Of course after a short fight she straightened out the hook. Ben started to cry. I told him there are only a few things that a man should cry about, but that's one. LPH

[jmj]

SuperSPrint007 AKA Lil Pooh, was fishing a tournament on Barren
so the weekend before i went with him and there was a good floating
bite (early May), he goes back in the tournament and has a hard time
he tells Rangerman the only thing he can get to bite his floating worm
are CARP. Guess the moral of the story is if lil pooh spent more time
on the water and less in Backwaters listening to the "docktalk" he
might be able to tell a bass from a carp !

[yogio]

I was 7 years old and went to a small pond on our farm to fish for turtles. We often caught snappers and cleaned and ate them. I had no bait, but shot a red winged black bird with my BB gun...sorry PETA and tore out it's heart and inners. I put them on a hook and waited until I saw a clump of bubbles, meaning a turtle was on the move on the bottom. I cast out to the bubbles with a cork and about 4 feet of line below it. Instead of the usual bump and bobble for a 1/2 hour or so, indicating the turtle was ingesting the bait (you have to wait till they swallow the hook to reel them in) there was an immediate, hard bite and I set the hook. The small pond literally spun from the fight! I had no idea what I had on the line even when I finally landed the thing. I didn't know then, but do now, but what I reeled in was a bullhead catfish. I drug it to the shoreline and held it there with one hand and pumped 2 BB's in its head with the other. The fish 1/2 hung out of the 5 gallon bucket that I took with me. We later weighed it on a scale that my Dad used when he made sausage and I presume was fairly accurate. It weighed 6 1/2 pounds and we ate it for supper...and it was awful. The neatest thing about the story is that a couple years ago I was looking at record fish weights and the largest recorded yellow-belly bullhead catfish ever caught was 5 1/4 pounds. I still have a picture of me holding that fish out in our yard and it sure looks 6 pounds plus. if I ever get adept at scanning pics etc. I'll post it one day..it is a hoot!

[EtecRanger205]

It was a clear and sunny day, the kind of day you wait for all year. The air was just right for a day of fishing. While setting in my favorite fishing spot, I kept hearing this splashing, like a fish feeding. I observed the strangest event I have ever seen in all of my years of fishing. I was seeing a buzzard-flying overhead, but each time the large bird cast a shadow next to this rather large stump a very aggressive bass would make a splash. I immediately cast my lure hit right next to the stump, and I waited for the bite. But to my dismay nothing happened. I retrieved my lure and tried again, but with the same results. After a few more casts, I gave up on that fish. I noticed the Buzzard again, and when the buzzard's shadow reached the stump, the bass came out of the water again. I kept my eye on that buzzard, following his shadow. As his shadow approached the stump I made my cast, timing it so as to land the lure at the same time as the shadow crossed the stump. The eruption of that fish was enormous. I felt the tug on the line and set the hook. That bass took line like a south bound freight train. After what seemed to be forever, I was able to turn the fish and get it coming my way. The fish made its first jump, and I could clearly see that this fish was well over ten pounds. The fish made another run, but I was ready and again turned the fish towards the boat. The fish finally came close enough to the boat that I was able to get the net under it. My excitement was uncontrollable; the fish was larger than I have ever seen. I am a firm believer in catch and release, but not this time. This fish was going on my wall.... As Paul Harvey is noted for saying " and here is the rest of the story". I received a phone call some days later from the taxidermist that was mounting the fish. "He informed me that the final weight of the fish was 12 pounds and 14 ounces, that included the "six buzzards shadows found in the fish's stomach"!!!!!!!!!

[SNIPER_01]

HMMMMMMMMM......SOUNDS LIKE AN EASTERN KY PATTERN, DONT YOU THINK.....LOL....SNIPER GONE

[MsgMills]

It was the last day of the fishing year Feb 28th. I was taking my two young sons ( 2 & 3 yrs. old ) bluegill fishing. I got to the edge of the water of a small lake about 4 or 5 acres in size. I baited up a wax worm on a small popeye jig with a bobber set about 3 feet above the jig. i told my boys to watch as daddy threw out the pole, it was just a small pole, a 5 foot spinning rod with 4 or 6 lb test line. With both boys watching as the bait hit the water. Not two seconds went by and the bobber disapeared. I reared back and set the hook, right away I knew I had hooked into something big...I told the boys I got a big one on....They started screaming and yelling like it was the greatest thing in the world.... There was another man fishing across the lake on the other side and both boys started yelling at him that I had a monster fish on my line... After about 10 or so minutes of playing the fish and listening to the boys yelling and excitement I finally got the fish in close enough to see what it was. it was a big Channel Catfish... But man when teh boys saw it they went even crazier than before, anyway after what seemed like an eternity I got it close to the bank and as I was leaning down the two foot drop to grab the fish in the gills.... Guess what happened?... Yep the line broke...Well I didn't play that fish that long to let it get away when the line broke...in one quick motion I reached down and scouped the fish up and onto the shore before he could swim off.... Now with both boys jumping up and down and yelling at the man across the leke even louder now, I put the fish on a stringer and carriered it to the truck. After getting it to the house I weighed it and measured it...weighed 12 lbs and was 28 inchs long...funny thing was it was exactly the same length as my two year old son at the time and he just couldn't believe that ther was a fish in the world as big as he was... Anyway to make things even better I called up a buddy of mine and we took the fish to his pond and released it to be caught another day by someone else.... P.S. To this day my Two year old swears he was the one that caught the fish since I told him that it was his pole that we caught the fish on, so he thinks he caught the fish still...lol

[artcarney_agr]

It was a hazy spring morning. As the sun had begun to rise, the water had a layer of what looked like steam rising up from it. The water was completely still and I felt as if I were in a dream. I slowly trolled along the small creek channel to a point where it narrowed; it had “ambush spot” written all over it! Just then, on a narrow log floating in the water and sticking out about 15 yards off the bank, a squirrel happily scampered down it. At the very end of the log, there was an acorn perched perfectly in the center. The squirrel picked it up, sat down, and began to nibble away at its newly found meal. Just then, out of no where, a monster bass that would tip the scales to the ten pound mark leaped up and took the squirrel down to its watery death. I stood in awe, shocked at how such a happy little squirrel so quickly faced its death. The little acorn on which he was nibbling was floating so sadly there by the log. Just then, the same bass swam up to the acorn and took it under! Then, in a matter of seconds, the bass surfaced, placed the acorn back on the log, turned to me, winked, and was gone!

[Danny]

LMAO....

I'm old Scott, but I think that one is older!!!! LMAO

But, I never get tired of reading it. Thanks for the memories.

Tight lines and God Bless

Danny

[MsgMills]

I believe that one is a good one to tell your grand kids in the future..... As I too will tell mine Hopefully about 20 years down the road, or longer.....