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thankful
10-03-2002, 12:27 AM
I remember sometime about this time, no it was mid September when I went fishing off the rocks on the ocean off the south jetty adjacent to the triangle in Winchester bay. I was using a 2 barbless hook set-up on a whole herring and using a cork bobber to keep the herring off the bottom. I have done real well with this set-up early July when Coho and Chinook were legal to keep in the ocean. Anyway, I remember seeing hugh mass of herring and anchovies swimming undaunted by the pelicans and egrets feasting on them when suddenly a mass of thousands of silver and green bait fish leaped into the air in a kailodoscope of prism colors from the rays of the sun piercing the water droplets trailing behind the escaping bait fish from a predator beneath the surface of the water which was now a foaming madness of leaping and falling fish with the gulls, pelicans and egrets mixed in the foray. The suddenly my pole arched and my line ran out like if I don't grab it and put some thumb brake on it soon, I won't be able to show and tell and just end up with another fish story. Well I grabbed my pole put a little brake on it but my line keep going and I was thinking boy I got me a biggen, a wopper hog, at least a 60 pounder and then suddenly my line started to head towards the surface and to my surprise, I saw my hook embedded on its hugh head. To my left I heard a faint voice from a guy who ran over to help net my fish "Hey man, you snagged a whale" and I yelled back "you got a bigger net"? Then the monster dove, my pole arched and my line went slack Moby Dick was gone....My God was he big and folks this is not a fish story but a whale of a story and true.........PS. This web sit is super!!!!!!!!
DJFISHS2XS
10-03-2002, 06:52 AM
Why did you have to go and do that, I took yesterday off to go fishing, and now Im looking for excuses to go home early...DJ
tailchaser
10-03-2002, 07:21 AM
I was fishing here on the south coast about five years ago for bottom fish at a popular area and we had seen whales breaching off in the distance all morning. My dad and another guy were fishing with me and the other friend hit a big fish. Really big fish. He was standing in the middle of us when he hooked it and first thought was a huge halibut because it wouldn't even slow down. Then came the thought of a seal, however after 200 yards had peeled off in only a few minutes we had to fire the motor and give chase to the monster. About 30 seconds into the chase the line started to surface and low and behold a grey whale spouted with the line right on the tail. :shocked: :shocked: The only sound was holy $#*&, you hooked a whale!! No one is ever going to believe this. So we all held onto him and the rod and managed to straighten the hook out. I still can't believe that my dad and I were on either side of him and didn't even feel a line rub from the monster going under the boat. Pretty incredible.
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fishisabonus
10-03-2002, 09:41 AM
This reminds me when Kramer was hitting golf balls into the ocean and landed one in the whales spout.
foxer
10-03-2002, 11:18 AM
"the sea was angry that day my friends. not unlike an old man trying to return soup at a delicatessen" God I love that epsisode
Paddlefish
10-03-2002, 02:18 PM
Well, let's see . . .
There've been too many gulls to count; one fly line-entangled swallow at dusk; and one log raft while plunking off Reeder's Beach on Sauvie Island (speaking of vanishing species: the regular passage of small tugs towing log rafts on the Columbia? :depressed: ).
My all-time tackle-breaker, however, has to date from the early 60's, when kids like me were given knuckle-busting level wind reels as first reels. (No fancy-schmancy anti-backlash devices either. graemlins/eek13.gif ) We learned to cast without nuclear backlashes by practicing -- in the streets of Northeast Portland, if necesary.
Man, those Pontiacs have one hellacious first run!! :shocked: :grin:
Bankbound
10-03-2002, 03:12 PM
I must have been aroung twelve when my family went up to camp a wickiup for a few days. One afternoon dad and I were trollin big rapalas in the shallows looking for big browns, When from up in the sky comes this HUGE osprey he tries to munch on the lure only to figure out he had just really sc@#$ed himself. He came straight at the boat we were in tshirts and shorts and were scared to death he had a wingspan of at least 5-6 feet.
I'll try to post the pic of him standing on the back of our 25 horse outboard wings spread and mad as all hell!!
You need a bigger rod :shocked: