Me and my buddy todd were ice fishin at steamboat several years ago when todd hooked into something obviously larger and harder fighting than anything else we got that day.If you fish steamboat in the winter theres a thick layer of slush sandwiched between two layers of ice.Anyway,todd says "its grabbing hold of the ice and wont let go".I say huh?, and then he says "its in the slush and I cant get it out".He keeps the pressure on and I put on some gloves and reach into the slush and pull out a MUSKRAT! Had 'em hooked in the foot!Geez we rolled around on the ice after that one!
A coworker/ fishing buddy and I were planning to go ice fishing. We had only gone once before and we did not get a nibble. So, we bought some "new lures" thinking our luck had to improve. The weather man said it was going to snow around 10 inches that night. We were banking on a good snow fall so we could play "hookie" from work. My freind spent the night so we could get an early start. When we awoke we were amazed that the weather man was actually right. Time to go fishing!! Just after I got set up and dropped my line in the phone rings, its our boss! Here I am sitting in the middle of Dowdy lake explaining to my boss that there is too much snow to drive anywhere let alone work (he is out of state) when all of a sudden I get my first bite. I'm trying to talk to him, reel in the fish and get my buddys attention who is 30 yds away. My friend came over laughing his bass off and helped me land the fish. A muskrat jumped out of the hole grabbed the 'bow and took it back in,just joking no muskrat was involved. Anyway our boss finally undestood there was too much snow to work and I got off the phone.. SHWEWW that was a close one.............. the fish almost got off! ;D That was the only fish I caught that day. Ohwell, anyday you get paid to fish is a good day (we were salary)! Not all that funny but what memories!
Night fishing for walleyes years ago throwing a small jig and a bat nailed it in air and hooked himself. Me and my buddy where a little confused on de-hooking it. lucky the barb wasn't set and it got itself off.
At Bear Creek Lake, I saw a guy fishing from the shore for trout. There were also several comorants "fishing" in the same area. Well this guygot a bite and thought he snagged a piece of wood or something. He was able to reel in but it was real heavy and did not jerk on his rod like a fish would. After just a short while he discovered that he was fighting a comorant for the fish. The guy had the trout hooked in the mouth and the comorant had the fish by the tail. Neither one of them wanted to let go. The guy was pulling one way and the comorant the other. The comorant held onto the fish until he got within 10 or 15 feet of the shore before he let go.
Koni, I have so many stories that I would be on the line for over a year. Some day when I am off I will try to tell some of the shorter ones. I have them all in a book I have been writting. Not to publish but more for my family to remember me by when I pass.
I have a "Slayerfish" story...fishing the Delaney Buttes ice derby about a decade ago...a guy fishing next to us hooked the contest winner and was fishing by himself...fought the "fish" for quite awhile...I had come over to help him land it and started to stick my hand down the hole as it came up...pulled it back in a hurry...out came a very pissed off muskrat hooked by the flank with his jig...I laughed and said you are on your own...
When we were kids in Minnesota we would head down to the point (confluence of a river and creek) where you could catch some good northern pike...so we would go down and fling spoons on heavy line...well being kids and on a day when they werent biting your mind soon wandered after casting heavy spoons for an hour or so...pretty soon you were going through the motions and winging them high up in the air with rainbow casts and not really paying attention...well I had the rod almost jerked from my hands and set the hook with all my might...well much to my surprise I had hooked a mallard out of mid air and made him crash...him and the other ducks were so pissed...
My other two happened at Lake Estes...I hooked a trout in the mouth fought it...go it in and it already had a cord stringer attached...I thought that was pretty convenient...the other one at Estes was below the dam where the water is heavy and swirls...I was bait fishing and got a bite and got the fish in...only the sinker and hook was below him...the heavy currents had somehow tied a loop knot around his stomach and dorsal fin...lassoed him around the middle...I bet he was one surprised fish...I let him go...
I was fishing for crappie at a local lake with small jigs and caught a small bluegill. I was bringing it in real slow, watching it swim about, and then bam! a few feet in front of me a huge small mouth went for it. Scared the $h!t out of me. Wasnt expecting that!
Hey these are great ! I like the idea of writing the journal of stories like this to pass on to our family members too.
I gotta share one eh? I was fishing at Lake Arbor and hooked a catfish that was about 6 to 8 lbs and it was really putting up a good fight bringing it in. I was standing on top of a pile of big rocks when i caught it so i stayed there and reeled it in, just as i got it up out of the water it flipped itself right off the hook and went down in between these big rocks. It had put up such a fight that there was no way i was going to let it go that easy, so i got down on my hands and knees and grabbed the fish by the tail and tried to pull it out of the rocks. We all know how slimmy catfish are and the darn thing just kept slipping out of my hands and i was reaching up as far as i could under these rocks to pull it out, I'd get it out just far enough to see the back fin then it would slip back under the rocks again. Well this went on for several minutes, i wrestled and turned my body this way and that down on the ground to get it out of there. Then i heard a mans voice say "Are you OK?" and i looked over my shoulder to see who it was. There stands this guy, with the whitest, brightest tennis shoes and white shorts and white tee shirt I'd ever seen. He had these toothpic thin legs, and he thought i had been hurt. I said to him " I got this catfish i just caught up under this rock and i can't get it out, can you please help me?"...I was still down on my hands and knees at this point,bent over with both my arms up under this rock with the fish by the tail, and i was really worn out. This guy says to me " Well, I'm an artist. I might hurt my hands." I could not believe it...I said "yeah, well I'm an artist too, will you at least hand me that towel over there?"
( I take wet dish towels with me fishing to wipe my hands on ) So he handed me the towel and i wrapped the towel around the fish tail and was able to pull it right out from under the rocks then. I was all scatched up, standing there holding this fish in my arms with a big grin on my face, and this guy looked at me like i was the nuttiest thing he'd ever seen, and walked off.
I know how a small mouth can scare you, the very first trip I ever took to the BWCA in MN I was probably 12 or 13. We were fishing this little rock cliff in a canoe using light tackle and this small mouth hit the lure I was throwing. The small mouth was a 3 pounder and fighting it in a canoe when you were young it was a good battle. We didnt have a net so I had to fight it long enough to be able to reach down and pick him up. I got him to the canoe went to reach down and get him and he took off jumped into the air over the end of my fishing pole and back into the water on the other side of the canoe. It scared me to death I dropped my pole and almost let the small mouth pull the pole right out of the canoe, grabbing it at the last minute. That was my first small mouth bass I caught and my most memorable.
I have caught one bass, and that was last year at Chatfield. We were fishing on the bank and it got dark out, we didn't have our lantern with us so my husband went to the truck to get it. I could not see very well at all, and just happened by chance noticed my white ugly stick heading for the water. So i grabbed it up just in time and sure enough i had something on it so i started reeling it in. Whatever it was was pretty fisty but i finally got it to shore, only i could not see what it was, i had no light. So i held onto the fish on the line and felt around in my bag for this little flashlight that i carry, pulled that out, stuck it in my mouth and turned it on. I still could not tell what it was, then my husband came walking up with the lantern, so we could tell then and i was able to take the hook out of its mouth. I was getting a little frantic in the dark, as he had both his lines out in the water, and my second pole was also out so if another fish had hit on one of the other poles it could have been bad news for one of our poles.
This is a story about a childhood trip at Prewitt Reservoir before the reservoir went down the drain. There were tons of huge wipers roaming around that lake at the time. I think there may be a few left, but I don't bother with it anymore.
Anyway, I was around 13 at the time (unaware of most rules and regulations except for length limits and bag limits) and me and a buddy thought it would be hilarious if we caught something on our leftover Kentucky Fried Chicken.. We were basically hoarsing around while my dad was snoozin while hiding from the sun under his unbrella.
We were expecting catfish. We were at the south end of the **** sitting on my dad's beached Starcraft Pikemaster. We baited up, my buddy used just the skin and I remember using a combo of white meat with the skin. This was done on catfish rigs. As soon as we laid our rods down on the padded fishing seats, they suddenly jumped towards the back end of the boat and started tipping over, rod tip pointing straight out while hanging on the back end of the boat by the reels. The drag was screaming on both reels. My buddy picked his rod up started fighting it in and the line snapped halfway to shore. I fought mine for a good 10 minutes and brought up a 25 inch, I don't know how many pounds, wiper. Beautiful fish. My 1st big wiper ever!
From that time til now, I was hooked on wipers. Although, that was the last time I used KFC to catch fish. We camped overnight and the day after that I lost the same uglystick while snoozing on the beach by the boatramp. When I woke up there was a clear trail on the sand from the fallen over -Y- branch that I used to hold my rod by my foot straight into the lake. The uglystick was nowhere to be found. I was using a crayfish tail on the same rig that we used to catch em' on KFC the day before. My pops was yelling at me about not paying attention on the drive home.
Finally... a use for KFC! I guess I haven't fished long enough for any real funny stories. Last year though, My friend, his dad, and I were pitching lures at the muskie in Lake Estes. If the lure hit too close it spooked the fish & we'd have to wait for them to come back. So we were casting way past them. Anyway, Skip, (my friends dad) hit a bush on the other side. Almost as soon as he shook it into the water something hit it. He thought he had one, we thought he must have snagged. It was moving though, but when he reeled it in, it was a big snapping turtle. (I didn't even know we had them up here!). So he's pulling up shore. He's from New Orleans, so maybe he was thinking soup or something? I'm hoping he doesn't ask me to get his lure, when the turtle just lets go. Skip's lure slings back, hits him in the chest, and sticks! It was pretty funny.
Beware the snapping turtles...lol. I'll share my turtle story as well.
I had pulled an all-nighter at work and got off at 5 AM around September 2004. Rather than going home I hit a nearby fishing spot. I heard rumors from the locals about 40" tiger muskie coming in shallow around fall.
The water was murky and green from decaying moss. Sight fishing was impossible and my line was stained after a few casts. But you would see the occassional "swirl" underneath the thick film so I kept pressing on. "Probably carp or maybe a catfish."
When I saw another such swirl in the shallows by my feet my brain told me too, "Cast first, ask questions later."
I threw in my texas-rigged tube jig and WHAM! something heavy took it and started moving out. A few tugs and I could see it was a turtle. A huge snapping turtle...15 to 20 pounds worth! I was able to land it long enough to snap a few pictures before it lumbered back to the water. Good thing too cuz no one at work would have believed me.
My story is not about fishing but about getting ready to go fishing. This caper involved my close friend and fishing mentor, Wille B, Uncoth. Willie was an older outdoorsman who live just a little way from us. Mom keep referring to all of Willie's bad habits like not shaving, not bathing, eating junk food, belching out loud and last but not least his ability not to work. I keep thinking about all of these habits, but could not see the bad ones that mom keep referred to. This adventure startes when I had convinced Willie to take me fishing with him.Since I had no job and Willie was fresh out of any inhertance, the only problem we had was to gather bait for our trip. I had heard about this amazing creature called a Nightcrawler, the only thing I did know know where or how to catch this eluvisive animal. I decided to tap Willie's vast knowledge of every thing to find out about Nightcrawlers."Dem nitcrawlers liks wet grassy areas, dhey cums out after dawk and crawls along thd durt. Dats why dem is named nitcrawlers, ya takes a flashlit and catches dem." This man was a genius.
The only place that I knew that had wet grassy area around our place was the county cementery. So that night Willie and I decided to retrieve som Nightcrawlers. As we were walking through this dark place of fear, looking more side to side than down athe ground. Did my flash light decide to join the deceased. It was at this time Willie decided to ask one of his stupids questions ever spoken, "I wonder whats dem nitcrawlers eat when dems is underground here?" At taht same moment a lonely screach owl decided to answer his question. Who wanted to go fishing the next day any way.