Practical Jokes Played on Fishing Buddies

[Deleted User]

After reading and responding to Fishbait's help with a joke post I got the idea to start a thread about practical jokes played on fishing buddies; and also ideas for ones yet to come. I hope this doesn't open a can of rotting worms, so to speak, and that we keep ideas reasonably benign http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/smile.gif. .....

I'll start with this one, with the payback: The same KA that loaned me the tip over boat for Trask tidewater and I hit each other pretty good on a number of occassions. Back in our young 20's one day we wound up on the same river having taken different trucks for fall fishing. I used gloves to pick up a rotten salmon carcass (they were very plentiful back then) and put it on his windshield while he was down fishing a ways away. Messy! Well the very next time I took him fishing in my truck the payback was sandshrimp put under my seat when I wasn't looking. They were fresh so it took awhile, but everyday it got stinkier until I finally nosed my way to the source of several rotting sandshrimp under my drivers seat. Good payback, but borderline benign, http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif, hey that was inside my truck http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/smile.gif. - OK, bring 'em on.

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Benign Jokes or No Jokes http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/smile.gif . - RT

[Dances]

One weekend last year I went out fishin for salmon. while we cleaned the fish and so on then I for got about the guts in the back of my truck while after a few days out in the sun they begain to stink really bad. Well one day I came of class for lunch and on the window of my truck was wip cream. and a various assortment of other goodies. well I found out who it was a took some of my old smelly fish carcause's out and pitched in his fron seat http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/tongue.gif he found it after school and grabed the fish out of his car. He comes runnin after me and just as I jump in my truck I see this fish fly over my truck and smack another in the leg. to this day eh will not do any thing to my truck http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/grin.gif

[Tanner]

Some buddies and I were fishing wheeler in my boat a couple of years ago. One of my buddies (Pete) decided to take a nap on one of the bench seats (Bad Move). I couldn't resist. Out came the anise smelly jelly. I opened the bottle and scooped a large glob of the stuff onto my index finger. I don't know what happened, but somehow my index finger ended up in his nose,(left nostrel if I remember correctly). I quickly pulled my finger out and he awoke in a fury.
Same buddy and I were headed to the Nestucca for a fall chinook trip. We had another buddy with us and he was riding in the passenger seat so Pete was sitting in the back. Well, I guess Pete had the overcoming urge to give me a wet willy. (You know, when you lick your finger and stick it in someones ear). He did not just lick his finger though, he slobbered all over it. ( I'm talking a half gallon of saliva). The one thing he forgot in doing this is that he would be sitting in front of me in my driftboat all day (Ha Ha Silly Man). During the course of the day, I must have put about 10 sand shrimp and a half a pound of eggs down the back of his waders. Every one in a while I would pat him on the back and a couple of times I pretended to lose my balance and catch myself on him. He had absolutely no clue that he was wearin enough bait to fish for a week, until he took his waders off at the end of the day.(He had bait all the way down to his ankles.

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There's No Nookie Like Chinookie

[SureSet]

I can't take credit for creating it, but a second, "special" wiz bucket with a nail hole in the bottom (aimed appropriately) is always a good one for a nice cold day when your buddy has some chest waders on and has been drinking too much. This one seems to come and go, and it usually only works once or twice before word gets out amoungst your (former) friends. Just make sure you don't have to ride home with him in the same car. And always, examine any foreign buckets!

[Trick]

I actually feel bad about this one and wish now I wouldn't have been part of it, but I was. This took place this summer plunking off one of the lower Columbia river islands for steelhead. 2 of my buddies had worked a graveyard the night before and were pretty tired the next morning when we left the boat launch. I kept telling one of my buddies not to fall asleep and if they did I wouldn't wake them up if the got a strike. Well, he fell asleep anyways and sure enough his rod goes down. Me and the other guy yelled at him and he didn't budge. I told my other buddy to grab his pole and he reeled in the fish and I netted it. Just then he wakes up and asked where his rod is. The other guy instantly says "On the other end of a fish". He was ****** beyond belief and wouldn't talk to either of us for at least an hour. I don't think he has yet to get over it and I'm sure our payback is going to be twice as bad. I wouldn't suggest anyone doing this, we've all been freinds since childhood and I thought he was going to kill us as that moment. I've been watching my back since. We still hunt and fish together, but I know he won't forget it. http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/smile.gif

[happybrew]

Well, I'm not much of a practical joker, but once I turned the tables on a practical joke pretty good. As a teenager, we had been fishing and camping for a large part of the summer, and I was taking a nap in the tent after a good day of fishing. I was woken up by the other guys talking outside the tent. They planned to put shaving cream in my hand, then tickle my nose so I would reach up an smear shaving cream all over my face when I went to scratch it. So I pretended to still be asleep when they came in. They put the shaving cream in my hand, then tickled my nose with a piece of grass. I reached up with the other hand. They put shaving cream in that hand as well, then tickled my nose again. I reached up with both hands and got the guy tickling my nose good with the shaving cream. Yep, you have to get up pretty early in the morning to outsmart old happybrew!

happybrew

[Wog]

I remember when I was a young kid, my older cousin decided he would take me trout fishing on a lake. We stayed up all night talking about all the fish we were going to catch and at day break he drove us down to the bank. We fished all morning long with out a bite. About noon I was pretty tired and began to fall asleep.
Well at this point my cousin took a small hook with a long leader and placed the hook on my line near the reel. He begins yanking on it and screams, "You got a bite!" Half dazed I awoke to see my rod tip bouncing up and down and immediately set the hook. Nothing there......... His "Joke" Rig fell to the ground and I never saw it. So I cast back out and waited for another bite.
After a 1/2 hour or so I dosed off, of course my cousin picks his joke "Rig" up off the ground and begins to set me up again. He screams "You got a bite!" I awoke, set the hook, and fish on! My reel begins to scream, as I'm into a large trout. About that time the guy that was fishing next to me is laughing so hard he fell out of his chair,(He had witnessed everything my cousin was doing)and my cousin had this shocked expression across his face. After a 10 minute battle I landed a nice 3 1/2 LB. Rainbow trout.
Till this day, my cousin swears he will never try to pull a practical joke on me again http://www.ifish.net/forum/images/graemlins/smile.gif

[Steelheader69]

Well, my little practical joke happened a few years ago. To prelim things, my Dad has property on the Nooch and his good friend has property right near him also. Well, this guy is a MAJOR smartalec. Always cracking jokes, to the point of being a royal pain.

Well, my Dad and I were on our yearly ritual fishing trip together. We had been slaying the kings. We had to make a run home every two days to stay legal on catch requirements. While we stopped off at my Dad's house to drop off his limits his friend stops by(he's a neighbor on the river AND a close neighbor at home also). He told us that he and his wife would be coming down in next day or so.

My Dad and I stayed the night at home, then woke up bright and early to head back to property to fish. We both limited out again and were having a ball. Since we knew Andy was coming down that night we thought we'd play a little trick. I filleted out mine and my Dad's fish and froze up the fillets (You know how long and hard it is to freeze up fish in those small trailer type freezers????). The way I filleted those fish basically left whole fish intact head to tail with only the meat taken away. I took all four carcasses and ran sticks in the jaws. I walked Andy's (my Dad's friend) lot and implanted all four kings in the current next to his property so they swam freely in the current. I made sure they were just below the water so you couldn't completely tell they were filleted. Friday came and as always Andy and Judy showed up at sundown. They did their ritual walk down to the water like they always do (it's right near the spillway on the Nooch). My Dad and I were sitting in our Cabana as Andy comes running over to us screaming. He's out of breath and telling us to come over while it's still legal to fish cuz there's four BIG kings just swimming in the hole by his property. My Dad and I almost died laughing. We were about to tell him the scam when his wife came walking over and said "Andy, you should have looked closer, those fish are a BIT skinny. They have no meat on their bones, must be all spawned out." He was a bit ******, but laughed about it himself. We finally shut him up for a few seconds, a record.

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[smilesforu]

This one comes from a commercial fishing boat.
The owner of the boat had just been clamming on the beach and had a bunch of steamers. A new deck hand had just got on to the boat to help the other deckie with a halibut opener. To kill time the new deckie wants to do some fishing while he ties up his gear for the butts. The skipper could see every time the deckie would leave the rod to tie up some more gear, so he would sneak out of the cabin and place a clam on his hook like it bit. The deckie would reel up his gear and think he caught a clam. This goes on for six clams and the deckie doesn't catch on. Nobody has bothered to tell him the clams didn't bite...hehe.

[Deleted User]

Funny HOG! That's going to get tacked right onto The Fisherman's wading story and into my funny story section. Thanks. - Steve

[Snagly]

This one comes from Alaska where we were the clients of a Halibut charter captain the day after the tale in question occured. Captain Mark had taken a party out and during the fight with a slab halibut one of his client's metal bracelet wristwatches somehow came unbuckled and fell over the side. The guy was livid and wouldn't shut up about it, "That watch cost $500! I can't believe I lost it. My mother gave it to me" and so on. Eventually this guy had to visit the head (a bucket up front in the cabin) so the captain and other clients (all friends of Mr. 'My Watch is Gone') decided to play a joke. They took a dead 70lb halibut out of the fish box and Captain Mark sewed his own metal bracelet, waterproof wristwatch into the fish's mouth with dacron. The clients and captain then hooked the dead fish onto Mr. 'My Watch is Gone's' gear. Once they'd free spooled the dead halibut to the bottom, they and set up a commotion, "Fish on! Hurry up! RUNNN!!!" This guy came running out with his drawers half up and grabbed his rod. The captain stealthily took the tiller and maneuvered the anchored boat a few feet side-to-side every once in a while to give that carcass a little life as the fellow pumped and wound for all he was worth. Mr. 'My Watch is Gone' fought this dead fish for a good five minutes and then cursed, "Sh*t!! He got off!!" Everyone's jaw dropped. "Whaddaya mean got off?? You had a DEAD FISH on your hook, you moron!!" (And so forth). Sure enough, somehow the 10/0 circle hook had come loose and that corpse with a 410 hole in the head was crab bait with an expensive watch stitched to its gob. Talk about a practical joke backfiring!

So the whole day we were out with Captain Mark he kept asking "Anyone know the time?" and we'd all hold our aching stomachs and laugh some more.

[This message has been edited by Snagly (edited 11-05-2000).]

[newt]

Years ago, a buddy and I were fishing the kalama for summer-runs. We've known each other since 1st grade and though lifetime friends, we had a competitive streak between us.....you know, 1st fish, biggest fish, most fish etc..

Well, I'd been making him look pretty bad lately. One of my habits is to have my rod pre-rigged, ready to go so I just need to throw a bait on. He knew this all too well and as we pulled up to our favorite hole, I made a beeline to the water.....cast...and watched my entire terminal rig go sailing into the trees. I'm puzzled. Meanwhile, he walks up behind me, casts, hooks a fish and casually says, "would you mind getting out of the way, I have a fish on!" Well, I come to find out he put the slightest nick in my mainline to ensure a satisfactory launch of my gear into the trees. I stewed.

On the way back up I-5,(it's now evening with dark approaching) I fired the fatal shot. He had dosed off so once I knew he was out I made sure there were no cars near me then simultaneously hit the horn, slammed the brakes and yelled "Holy S*&^".

To this day, I've never seen a person jump so bad. Not only did he hit his head on the roof of the truck but he also swallowed his snoose and had a little poo poo in his pants.
I laughed so hard I had to pull over.

Oddly enough, my line hasn't parted since!

[HOGTIDE]

As always, my father-in-law 'THE Fisherman' had spent the last 24 hr.s giving me detailed intructions on how to properly dig razor clams. I, the young inadequate son-in-law needed clam-focused help. He'd dug them commercially, dug 'em so fast he'd taken the family's limit before the family could. He'd dug 'em neckin' in the surf...dug 'em mating on the sand. He'd dug'em with shovels, clam guns and bare handed...I think he'd even convinced a few to come to the surface and give up, just by talking to them. They knew they had no chance.
I, on the other hand, had never chased a razor clam, so I absorbed all of the instructions I could possibly take in.

At 4AM we are on the beach with lanterns. 'THE Fisherman' was slaying clams at a faster pace than he could brag. I, on the other hand had none(It's kinda cold gritty nasty work, ya know). Anyway, the only flaw in 'THE Fisherman's' approach was the LARGE HOLE in the bottom of his clam bag. As he walked the shoreline, descimating the clam population and giving oratous advice, I followed, silently, collecting the trail of clams behind him.

At about the 1 hour mark in our adventure, 'THE Fisherman' asked ,"What's your count?"I held up my clam net and responded,"Oh...20...ya 20...I think I'm done...That was fun!" Before, he could repond, my proud wife had put her arm around me and we walked back toward the car. As I peeked back over my shoulder, I could only see his lantern dissappearing into the dark, an empty clam net, and the faint sound of muttered swear words over the incoming surf.
TRUE STORY.

[fishhead5]

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