Fish Knife Give Away

[LKJW]

I'm new around these parts, but I really dig the idea of give aways. So here goes. I love fishing. I have a handful of fish knives. This one has seen some use, but that's the way it should be. So, Imperial...made in RI. Blades aren't pristine, but the knife is sound. My birthday is coming up (the 21st), so I'll choose the winner then. Random number...so your post is your number.

Rules:

Share your best fishing story. Here's a good one of mine. I fish a lot at a certain lake. Tons of big bass, but the water is crystal clear. Hard fishing. Caught my share of 4-8 lbers. My Dad comes for one day. I take him fishing. It is hot as blazes and we are fishing this cove with a giant bass just cruising. She's onto us, so we put on some little jigs and start harassing the bluegill. Time passes and I head to the next cove. Then I hear my Dad (not a real emotive guy, career Navy man: "DAAAAN! DAAAAN!".) I drop my rod and go running. Turns out he caught a little gill and the bass charged it three times. Third time being the charm, he caught this monster on a hook smaller than my pinky nail which somehow transfered from the little gill to the bass. Using my rod. Gotta love it. We took a pic and put her back.

Not the most swanky knife in the world, but I dig it and it could use a good home. The blades look better in person...for some reason I can't get a good pic.

 

[Mack]

Welcome to the greatest community I've ever known.
I live on a beautiful river three miles from the coast in Oregon. Whenever I'm home we fish for Salmon and Steelhead out in front of the house or Rainbows in the little lakes nearby. I'm dying to try for Surf Perch when I get home next.
My best day fishing was when I was 15. My family went to British Columbia and decided to rent a boat and fish for Salmon. There were eight of us and I caught two. Nobody else even had a bite. That was a good day.
I'm trying to stay out of giveaways but that is one knife I can't resist. Thanks for the chance.

 

[338375]

Welcome ... This is the best place on the interwebs.

Its a great knife, but please don't include my in the giveaway.
I already have one, and for some reason it doesn't see much use, so it should go to someone who would give it some use, and build some memories.

My best fishin trip was about 6 years ago. My best friend since grade school and I went to Alaska.
His mom and step dad, owned a lodge and cabins in Whiskey Gulch, which is just north of Anchor point, which is north of Homer.

They put us up in their best log cabin. It was on the bluff over looking the Cook Inlet.

They have a nice 23 foot sled boat, so all we had to do was drive to the tractor launch at Anchor Point and go fishin. The tractor launch is really cool.

You pull into the parking lot and drop your trailer, and they hook up to it with a big tractor. They then tow the boat down to the water and you launch the boat. When you are done fishing, you call them on the c.b, and they have the trailer backed into the water, and wait for you to load it. Then they pull you up to the parking lot, you hook up the pickup and head for home.

We caught a lot of Halibut. They ranged in size from 35 to 60 pounds, which my friends mom said are the best eating ones. No argument here. It was terrific fish. I only caught one Salmon, but we weren't really fishing for them.

It was a trip of a lifetime. For those that haven't been, you should go at least once. Alaska is an incredible place

 

[Nixelplix]

There was the time my dad and I were drifting crickets down the Sac. A six pound rainbow hit my line while I was sort of goofing off, and I got yanked off my seat, managing to break the tip off of my dad's rod.
Last summer I got to see an osprey take off with my dad's fish, hook and line still in it. He had to yank it out of it's claws!

That's an awesome knife, thanks for the chance!

Edited to add some pictures of my dad and my sis:

 

[Campbellclanman]

lkjw
Thank you for posting your great photos-a good sport putting that beaut back as well I might say-so good on you!
What a great start by giving away this cool knife...thank you :thumbup:... Im sure plenty more will chime in to say this as well, .....please..... stick around, this is such a fantastic place to be - with great knowledge that isnt held close to the chest not to be shared...this community is just awesome...so soak it up friend.
I have just entered a give-a-way so please dont count this in-although this knife that is great..I dont want to be too much of a pig ...by the way Happy birthday

 

[LKJW]

lkjw
Thank you for posting your great photos-a good sport putting that beaut back as well I might say-so good on you!
What a great start by giving away this cool knife...thank you :thumbup:... Im sure plenty more will chime in to say this as well, .....please..... stick around, this is such a fantastic place to be - with great knowledge that isnt held close to the chest not to be shared...this community is just awesome...so soak it up friend.
I have just entered a give-a-way so please dont count this in-although this knife that is great..I dont want to be too much of a pig ...by the way Happy birthday

Thanks man! Gonna be 33. I don't know how it happened. As to the catch and release, I don't kill fish anymore unless I have to. Done it enough. And I don't like eating them enough to justify it.

Since my posts don't count, I'll throw one more fishing story out and then bow out til the 21st. Guy on a motorcycle forum I'm on and I got talking about fishing. I grew up fishing for panfish and trout...light tackle, fly fishing. So, he tells me he just caught a sturgeon on the Petaluma river. So, I go. Never used a baitcasting rod before. Never fished that way (lump of shrimp on the bottom). Long story short, it was a long hot day. I kept screwing up. Another guy was with us who had been trying for years to catch one. Early on, he caught a 54" and called it a day. I kept setting the hook on nothing. We're about to leave and I see the rod twitch. I almost said screw it, but I didn't. Set the hook. Must be a log. Then the log went apeshit. About an hour and multiple heart stopping jumps later, 70" sturgeon. Too big to keep. I was exhausted and couldn't stop laughing. AND, we crossed lines with another guy who had a big one on. Our boats collided. My friend Joe yelled at him until he gave up his rod so he could uncross the lines. Neat experience. Still like bass and trout and breem, though. Fishing ain't supposed to be that hard of work.

Oh, and the hook was damn near straight and the swivel was hanging by a thread. Miraculous.

 

[Jesse D.L]

great giveaway and awesome knife I would love the oportunity but haven't ever gone fishing before! plan on starting when I can though. Good luck all.

 

[matt1987]

neat knife. i go fishing alot with my brother, so i'll use her if i win for sure i have alot of stories, but the one that i remember the most is when i was around 9-10 years old.

Me and my grandfather were on a dock fishing a lake. the fish weren't biting much so we sat there telling stories to each other to pass the time. then came along a pretty little girl around my age. she was sitting on the dock down alittle further from me and my grandpa. well being a charming young man that i was, i ran over to her and sat down next to her. i don't remember what we were talking about but i do remember us giggling and skipping rocks scaring the fish away. i learned then, at a young age that women are nothin but trouble, and never bring one fishing if you plan on catching anything.

 

[Campbellclanman]

Thanks man! Gonna be 33. I don't know how it happened. As to the catch and release, I don't kill fish anymore unless I have to. Done it enough. And I don't like eating them enough to justify it.

Since my posts don't count, I'll throw one more fishing story out and then bow out til the 21st. Guy on a motorcycle forum I'm on and I got talking about fishing. I grew up fishing for panfish and trout...light tackle, fly fishing. So, he tells me he just caught a sturgeon on the Petaluma river. So, I go. Never used a baitcasting rod before. Never fished that way (lump of shrimp on the bottom). Long story short, it was a long hot day. I kept screwing up. Another guy was with us who had been trying for years to catch one. Early on, he caught a 54" and called it a day. I kept setting the hook on nothing. We're about to leave and I see the rod twitch. I almost said screw it, but I didn't. Set the hook. Must be a log. Then the log went apeshit. About an hour and multiple heart stopping jumps later, 70" sturgeon. Too big to keep. I was exhausted and couldn't stop laughing. AND, we crossed lines with another guy who had a big one on. Our boats collided. My friend Joe yelled at him until he gave up his rod so he could uncross the lines. Neat experience. Still like bass and trout and breem, though. Fishing ain't supposed to be that hard of work.

Oh, and the hook was damn near straight and the swivel was hanging by a thread. Miraculous.

ahhhh 33 years old..if only I could take the clock back!!
I hate to sound as though I am getting old, but being 47 years old, I have probably stepped over that half way line with a little too much of-a-greater step than needed, Iv'e just seen my oldest daughter finish her first year of university, and my youngest finish her first year of high school ( I think my American friends call it college? )
I LOVE knives..but not anywhere where as much as I love those two girls..and my awesome lady Sue.
I remember fishing with my Brother - ANDREW...he is no longer with us-a story I wont burden you with, ..but those fishing memories bring tears to my eyes...I can honestly tell you, and now,with massive heart surgery coming up very fast....I tell you what, visiting the Traditional forums...takes me away to my passion, I look at knives and I can only dream of being lucky enough to own...and this is a good thing?.as it keeps that dream, a little fire..and a little hope glowing that we continously stagger towards..and isnt this what life is all about?..hope and dreams, and interests.


Welcome to our world, and this IS a good world, with good people.And its good to see you here!

 

[TwitchyBlade]

I went deep sea fishing for my first time a couple summers ago in Florida. I hooked a shark my first cast out! It was a baby nurse shark. I wanted to keep it but I had to let it go. My brother also caught a huge barracuda! My sister caught a small mouth bass. My dad caught an electric eel.. (That was a difficult to release fish..) My mom caught a nice size grouper. Overall we all had a great time fishing! I cant wait to go back again!

Another story. I was fishing off of my grand parents dock when I hooked a Tarpon that was big enough to snap my fishing pole in half and pull all of my line out as well as my reel. The only reason I know it was a Tarpon was because when it first got hooked it jumped into the air, scaring the living crap out of me!

 

[Spoutz]

I have fished my whole life wether it be salt or fresh, and I have many great memories that are bouncing around but this thread brought one to mind that I have not thought of in at least 10 or 12 years. And of all days too. My grandpa and I were so incredibly close and he was just proud to have a grandson. He would take me to work with him just so he could show off his grandson to his coworkers, or come over to my house at lunch so I could cook him a terrible lunch on his break and he would love anything I could cook. He died unexpectedly 5 years ago today.

Anyway, the memory. I was young so the details are fuzzy, but it was a vacation to North Carolina and he took me fishing at the most beautiful river, beautiful landscape, beautiful weather. It was the only time I ever went fishing with him. I miss him a lot. Sorry to be too sad guys but I'm glad you are here to listen. Thanks guys

 

[Knife Crazied]

I've been fishing for years and have many memorible stories. My newest and favorite happened May 5th 2008. I had my at the time 9 year old nephew (people think he's my brother were so close) fishing in a little creek here near the dam. He gets this bite and he's having a very hard time reeling the big one in its a flipping and putting up a great fight but he's a growing boy and wants no help so he finally gets it to the shore and its a 5# large mouth bass. That is a HUGE fish for around here in the creeks so he and I were both tripping out over this fish. We took it home and the next day I took it to be mounted. I believe in catch and release if your not eating it but that was a keeping. He has a memory and the evidence mounted on the wall with a plaque, and the fish to pass on to his family.

Thanks for the chance. :thumbup:

Here it is:



Here is a couple from this year (2010).

 

[hogslayer]

Heres a fishing/knife story I shared here although the pic is gone, I'll try to find it http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=726409

Sorry could not find the pic anywere

 

[LKJW]

Double post. Can't figure out how to erase. Should keep my mouth shut.

 

[LKJW]

I have fished my whole life wether it be salt or fresh, and I have many great memories that are bouncing around but this thread brought one to mind that I have not thought of in at least 10 or 12 years. And of all days too. My grandpa and I were so incredibly close and he was just proud to have a grandson. He would take me to work with him just so he could show off his grandson to his coworkers, or come over to my house at lunch so I could cook him a terrible lunch on his break and he would love anything I could cook. He died unexpectedly 5 years ago today.

Anyway, the memory. I was young so the details are fuzzy, but it was a vacation to North Carolina and he took me fishing at the most beautiful river, beautiful landscape, beautiful weather. It was the only time I ever went fishing with him. I miss him a lot. Sorry to be too sad guys but I'm glad you are here to listen. Thanks guys

I said I'd shut up, and I'm trying, but I'm glad the knife triggered that memory, even if it is a sad one. I miss my Paupa tons. I'm wearing a pair of his old plaid pants as I type (for real and as weird as that may sound...he wasn't a knife guy, but he liked to dress up. I have a few pairs). He was a fisherman, too. And a hell of a guy. Miss my grandpa, too. He was the one who got me started collecting knives, and they'd both be glad I'm giving this one away. Real generous guys.

 

[*snowflake*]

welcome to you LKJW! what a great contest with a very useful imperial made fishy cutter for the prize! i would be pleased to enter this one to try to win this old classic yellar fellar.

thanks for the chance, colt.

 

[PocketEdge]

Thanks for the givaway!

I grew up on a lake and did a lot of fishing. I don't have one paticular story but one thing I allways enjoyed as a kid was to take a friend who had never been fishing. When I was about 9 to 13 years old, I would throw a can of sweet corn out in my lake and chum the water for carp. For those not familiar with carp, they are big 6 to 12 pound bottom feeders. After about 30 minutes, I would tell my friend to load his hook with corn and just let it sit on the bottom. About ten minutes and my friends would have the biggest fish on that they ever cought in thier life! It was a ball!

 

[TLARbb]

I'd like to get in on this one.

My story is kind of funny in a way. My two sons and I were fishing in the farm pond behind my brother's house and we had caught a few and I was going to change baits and while I was digging around in my tackle box, my oldest son spied a Boy Howdy made by Cordell. It's a stick type topwater bait with a prop on each end. He asked me "How do you fish with that?" So I tied it on and walked back to the pond and made a fairly long cast parallel to the bank (shore for the yankees up there - I'm not really trying to stir up anything here) and when it hit the water I let it rest for about 10 seconds and then I said to my son now you just twitch it slowly. I proceed to demonstrate by twitching it one time and a four pound largemouth decided he wanted it. Nice fish. My son was duly impressed. I pronounced "See, it's not difficult." He mentions it to me every now and then.

I thought I'd add that I love fishing for largemouths with topwater lures. Nothing beats a violent strike on a topwater lure. My favorite baits for this cruel sport are floating Rapala and Heddon Zara Spook. Ya gott love it!!!

Thank you for the give away. You are doing it pretty quick. It's a great feeling to give away something (in our cases, knives) to folks that we know will appreciate them. It is not a thing that you have to do and kudos to you for stepping up and enriching this forum. You'll find there's a lot of great guys here. Welcome to "Traditional Folders and Fixed Blades". I have ventured around the site, but for me this is Bladeforums.com.

Ed

 

[plowboy87]

i'm in i guess. if not, well you get to see some pictures

all my life i'v lived on a farm with man made irrigation ponds that where stocked with trout many years ago. well i guess some large mouth bass got into the mix at some point and they have stood the test of time.

it's really cool to watch the fish grow from a blob of eggs into fry and then bigger as the years pass. the max size is maybe 5-7 pounds just because it's a small pond. still a fun way to kill a lazy summer afternoon.

a large mouth thats less then a year old. never mind the dude holding the fish

and one thats 1, maybe 2 years old

 

[Maniacal Pete]

True Story:

I was really poor as a beginning fisherman, about 15 years ago. After a couple years (I’m not kidding) fishless, a friend taught me to drift imitation salmon eggs and strip wooly buggers. I learned to fish a small creek with a small rod and reel and wooly buggers and actually became kind of proficient at sneaking upstream and catching many, many trout.

I moved up to the big water one day, and was immediately “schooled” by the resident fish. A fellow that happened to walk by me a couple of times, wearing cowboy boots and fishing a big closed reel spinner , feeling pity for me stopped and spoke to me.

He said, “I’m visiting from Colorado. I’ve walked this entire 8 mile stretch over the past three days. I’ve caught 83 fish so far, and I noticed that you were having some difficulty, but you seem like a nice enough person, if you like I can show you how I do it.”

Well, I couldn’t say no to that. He proceeded, using a medium sized floating Rapala, to catch three 12-14” browns in the space of 5 minutes right before my eyes. Needless to say, I was much obliged to the man. I went home and changed my rig for the next trip out.

First day out I caught two 16”ers in the same run. I had 10-12 fish days. I am the type who usually fishes for sport. Sure once in a while I take a fish home for dinner, but usually I am just happy to get the chance to hook a fish, handle the fish a bit and then let them go. Fish are one of the few wild animals that will tolerate being handled by me at all.

The best was one day when I hooked into a monster. I got it onto the shore and measured it to be 22”. I reached down to unhook the lunker with a pair of needle nose pliers: I didn’t mention it before, but those Rapalas have two treble hooks, one at the head of the lure and one at the belly. This fish was hooked with the front hook. Well, as I grasped the fish by the head to remove the lure, that trout flopped one time and the second hook on the lure went right through the end of my thumb; all the way through. I was surprised by this, to say the least. Not only that, I was immediately presented with a problem that was going to require some sort of expedient solution that I had not really thought through as a mental exercise before.

So here is this large and feisty brown trout, a-flipping and a-flopping, attached by grapple, his mouth to my thumb. And at this time I became inclined to start talking to the fish: “Whoa, whoa, whoa…, give me a minute here, I’ll get you free, just relax, hold still…” Mind you, did I mention? This was a very large trout, and a very capable thrasher. After a moment I was finally able to get the bar crimped on the hook that was through my thumb, slide the hook out, unhook the big fish, and it swam off, not too very much worse for wear…

So that’s my fish story; I’ll never forget what it feels like to have a lively 22” brown trout hooked to the end of my thumb. Suffice it to say that it is a most unpleasant sensation. I’m much more careful now. I’ve actually switched over to more fly fishing. Of course, my first day out, I ended up with the barbed dry fly hook stuck well into my neck; given the option of the emergency room or my friend’s SAK to remove it. But that’s another story for another day. Fishing is dangerous.

Bill