Itchin' fer fishn'! Fishing Stories

[howiesatwork]

Nice fishing guys.
My last yellowfin was in Guam a long time ago.
That Dolphin was tasty, I'll bet.

 

[Ebbtide]

That sounds like the same fish Stockman.
Lots of little razor sharp teeth and lousy when frozen. I think that last part is why they haven't been ravaged by the commercial fisherman around here.
They have lots of names here, usually by size. From small to large:
Snapper
Tailor
Cocktail
Bluefish
Chopper
Alligator
and the biggest of the big
Gorilla-gator


I picked one up with the blade of my Buck 110 once. Didn't stick the fish, just let him chomp down on the blade. He supported his own weight!
Caught another on a jig with a pork rind trailer. He never got the hook...only the pork rind and refused to let go...even after I had him up on the beach.
Amazing fish.

 

[Temper]

My wife and I spent 3 months camping in Australia in 01. We were staying at a place called Lake Argyle. IIRC its the largest freshwater lake in Australia and pretty big. We drove down to a couple of pontoons and asked about what was in there and what bait to use. Some salty local says 'Beef' I give him the Oh yeah, right! look, ask a couple of more questions and thing I'm being had on. I get to the camp site and get squared away with the guys there and ask about fishing and bait. I hear this "I thold you before, beef' I was a bit surprised to see he worked there (he looked like the poor cousin of Crocodile Dundee). I said OK and bought a bag of frozen steak.
Well to cut a long story short, the damned clutches on my reels were screaming all day on beef! I had two lines out on a simple beach cast rig. Literally as soon as the bait hit the water something took it.

Amazing place Oz, if you ever get the time to go I reccoemnd it.

 

[Bobwhite]

Big strikeout yesterday, not even a bite. We have been pounded by heavy rain here for about a week so the normally clear water is pretty muddy. It was fun to get out though.

 

[hawkpatriot]

First time out this season yesterday at the local lake. Fished some submerged timber, good cover, with Texas rigged twintail grub, then Texas worm, then nightcrawlers under a bobber, then no bobber. Not one single bite. It was nice weather, but the water was still too cold I guess, even thoght it;s been warming up. Waiting for next week now.

 

[StuntDouble]

I thought I'd bring this back up as the weather is getting a bit warmer, and it's almost that time of the year again. I actually just discovered that the boat I used to work on now has a website. Even cooler is that I took some of the pictures that are on there.

The drum fish that my boss is holding is estimated to weigh between 70-80lbs.

In the pic with the smiling woman wearing the yellow jacket, that's yours truly holding on to the fishing line.

And the striper that the young lad is holding was probably right around 25lbs. I can't remember for sure though. The previous season, 2002 if I remember correctly, we caught several stripers over 40lbs. On one occassion, two of those were caught at the same time. Fun stuff!

 

[Pete1977]

and I'm bringing it back. Why? because it's winter and we need fish stories to tide us over. well, you guys need them, I'm on the water 3-5 times a week

here's one to get us back in the mood:

I can remember when I was young, probably around 10 or 11, we all went fishing. I used to hate going on the boat in those days. fumes from the outboard, going out to the graves in early march, (boston harbor was filthy in those days), the locks in the charles, you get the picture.

well, we were out at the B buoy or Graves Light, its been so long I can hardly remember. It was an overcast or hazy day, early summer IIRC. We trolled around all day long looking for blues, and not a bite. well, finally, we get one. There were my two brothers, my mother and father, and two other kids, friends of ours. someone (I can't remember who) reels the fish in, and my father goes to put it in one of the fish wells (It was a Grady White 20' overnighter, with the fish wells under the walkaround) and all of a sudden he's screaming. He had his hand in the gills of the blue and it thrashed, and bit him. where did it bite him, you ask? right under the eye! My mother manages to stick her fingers into it's mouth and pry the jaws apart, laid her index fingers open to the bone. One of my brothers procedes to bludgeon the blue with a sawn off bat. Thank god for the overpowered outboard 200 hp, because we were doing 35 knots on the way in, called the coast guard, and were met by another boat from the yacht club where we kept the boat. There was blood EVERYWHERE, my fathers, my mothers, and the fish's. we didn't know how bad my father's face was, or my mother's hands. We tied up at the yacht club, the kids went onto my uncle's boat, and my folks went to Mass General. The doctor later informed my father that perhaps he should take up a less dangerous hobby, like skydiving.

 

[jdm61]

About 12 years ago, i hooked what was estimated (catch and release, so she was never weighed) to be around a 90 lb sailfish in Key West, which is HUGE to the point of almost being unheard of in the Atlantic. I took over an hour to bring it in, during which tme, the fish totally detroyed the drag plate on a large Penn open face spinning real with 20 lb line. At the end, I was applying drag with my finger. After we got back to the dock, we checked the drag on the reel and even cranked all the way down, it was less than 2 pounds.....ouch.

 

[jdm61]

and I'm bringing it back. Why? because it's winter and we need fish stories to tide us over. well, you guys need them, I'm on the water 3-5 times a week

here's one to get us back in the mood:

I can remember when I was young, probably around 10 or 11, we all went fishing. I used to hate going on the boat in those days. fumes from the outboard, going out to the graves in early march, (boston harbor was filthy in those days), the locks in the charles, you get the picture.

well, we were out at the B buoy or Graves Light, its been so long I can hardly remember. It was an overcast or hazy day, early summer IIRC. We trolled around all day long looking for blues, and not a bite. well, finally, we get one. There were my two brothers, my mother and father, and two other kids, friends of ours. someone (I can't remember who) reels the fish in, and my father goes to put it in one of the fish wells (It was a Grady White 20' overnighter, with the fish wells under the walkaround) and all of a sudden he's screaming. He had his hand in the gills of the blue and it thrashed, and bit him. where did it bite him, you ask? right under the eye! My mother manages to stick her fingers into it's mouth and pry the jaws apart, laid her index fingers open to the bone. One of my brothers procedes to bludgeon the blue with a sawn off bat. Thank god for the overpowered outboard 200 hp, because we were doing 35 knots on the way in, called the coast guard, and were met by another boat from the yacht club where we kept the boat. There was blood EVERYWHERE, my fathers, my mothers, and the fish's. we didn't know how bad my father's face was, or my mother's hands. We tied up at the yacht club, the kids went onto my uncle's boat, and my folks went to Mass General. The doctor later informed my father that perhaps he should take up a less dangerous hobby, like skydiving.

YOW!!! Sounds like our annual flying barracuda tourist maiming stories down here in Florida.

 

[L6steel]

Old fishin stories, hmm.
Few years back I went out on Navarre Pier for another try at the usual salties, kings, spanish, cobia, even a shark. I said to myself this is it, no fish, I'm done! After years of trying and only catching one king mackerel I was sick of it. Left the pier and went straight to the pawn shop and sold all my fishin gear! Stinkin fish anyway!


Oh yeah, one day I did catch a custom made rod with a Penn 5500 on it. Just washed the sand out of the Penn and it worked fine!