Tallest fish tails (tales?).

[Tacklebuster]

Once upon a time on a post far far away, there was a 20 foot plus sturgeon caught. :hoboy: :wink:

I wonder what that guy is up to :shrug:

[pathetic novice]

About 6 years ago, in my dad's canoe at Sauvie Island. Carp everywhere. Dad leans over to get an up close look at one huge carp, and his wallet falls out of his shirt pocket and into the water. Carpzilla tries to snork down the wallet, dad's trying to get it back with the net. Carp evidently gives up and spits dad's wallet out, and another monster carp comes and takes it! Now this carp wants to chow down on it, but again, carp spits out wallet, and yet another carp moves in and grabs dad's wallet. It was "carp to carp walleting".

[LazerFisher]

My buddy and I were fishing down by the Wilson River near some big Oak trees with low hanging limbs that went over the top part of the hole we were on. There wasn’t much of a bite going on so my buddy and I were just kind of talking and watching this squirrel looking for food. We notice the squirrel scramble down one of the limbs for an acorn that was just kind of lying there near the water when “wham”…. A huge King snaps that squirrel right off the limb in one mighty leap. Well this is not only astonishing but gets us thinking we should get to casting up higher in that hole. We end up fishing that whole day without even a nibble. We are kind of discouraged and even begin to think maybe we didn’t see what we thought we saw when we see that darn King putting another acorn on the limb with a big ole grin on his face…. :laugh:

[fishingfirst]

Chris,
Why would someone post about a fish that small, we use those for bait!

Scott

[Steelie Steve]

Originally posted by Tacklebuster:
Once upon a time on a post far far away, there was a 20 foot plus sturgeon caught. :hoboy: :wink:

I wonder what that guy is up to :shrug: <font size="2" face="verdana,arial,helvetica">I don't think we really want to know...... by the way, I think it was only 18'..... :laugh: :laugh: :hoboy: .....and it had something to do with swimming across the ocean or something like that........ :rolleyes:

[Tanner]

A buddy and I were fishing the Snake for catfish off of the bank. We were catching small cats but kept seeing this guy fishing off this point that was getting some monsters. After a while we noticed the guy packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave so we headed over there.

After he left we started fishing. About 30 feet out we noticed that occasionally a mass of bubbles would break the surface. after about 20 minutes without a bite, my rod buried. I picked it up and comenced to fighting a monster of a cat. I would gain on him and then he would all but spool me. This went on for about 10 minutes when all of a sudden I could not gain on him any more. "Dang", he had hung me up on the bottom. Just when I was getting ready to break my gear off a scuba diver appeared where we had seen the mass of bubbles. He said "Man, you have the biggest catfish I have ever seen on the end of your line but he has swam inside an old car body and is not moving". I said "If you can get him out for me I will split the meat with you 50/50". He answered "Let me give it a try"

He descended into the depths and I waited, every 30 seconds or so I would give the line a little tug just to see if the fish was free yet. After about 10 minutes the diver finally appeared. I said "well, whats going on, couldn't you get him out of the car? He answered, "Well I tried, but everytime I got close to him he would roll up the
windows and lock the doors!!!!"

Doh!!!!!!!

:grin:

[ 11-21-2003, 02:13 PM: Message edited by: Tanner ]

[CATCH AND EAT]

Dang it Chris, I was going to say that. But, there are other mystery fish too. And BTW, it was 19ft by the unmentionable one.
:sleep:

[Fishfeet]

:grin: All right!! Keep em coming folks this is getting really good! :laugh: :laugh: Bob.

[WaterDog]

Then there was a time about a year ago and someone said, "Hey, lets do a sturgeon challenge on the CR for bragging rights." So several pages of chest pounding posts were posted (several by some of the posters above :wink: ).

When it came to game day, well we found out who had game, and who didn't. :grin: :tongue:

Sorry guys, couldn't resist. graemlins/dork.gif

[CATCH AND EAT]

hun..unnnnn Waterdog, on game day my boat put a keeper in the box. graemlins/program.gif And no it did not come on my rod :rolleyes: but I did catch fish that day. You're only bragging since you caught what, one more keeper. :hoboy: Please, this is just a belly laugh and a half. :laugh:

BTW, the sturgeon challenge will be on for January. I'll pick a date around the first part of December and let the chest beating Tarzans have at it. It's all in good fun and I'll be searching for that 20 footer. :wink:

[gottafish]

:mad: I was fishing the sandy near troutdale and hooked into a steelhead. I was fighting the fish and almost had it to the bank when all of the sudden this dog jumped on it and picked it up in his mouth and ran down the bank snapping my line. The dogs owner was calling the dog ( Popper, come Popper!) and the dog dropped the fish back in the river and ran up the bank.
(Now that has never happen to me but this day gets even stranger.)
So now I am very upset so I head back to my truck and I see this osperys flying over head with a fish in his claws and he is fighting in mid air with this other bird, just then this guy pulls in to the parking area in his nice new Ford truck and out of the sky this 2# squaw fish lands on his hood!! He jumps in his seat like he was shot or something. I start to laugh and he looks at me. ( now I am the only guy around ) so he jumps out of his truck and starts to chase me because he thinks I threw the fish. The hole time I am running yelling ....it was the bird ...it was the bird!!!! finally he stoped running after me and I stoped and told him this story to . Well I don't know if he bought it, but he didn't kill me. and that is the truth I know it sound far fetched but that is how it happened. Cheers Rich

[fishingfirst]

Waterdog,
I would have done better, had you not stole my smelt! hmmm, or were you smelly before you stole my smelt??? Something like that. Anyway, stocked up and ready for January!

Scott

[Fishfeet]

:grin: Have a good weekend all!! Talk Monday. Bob

[Plum Crazy]

Here the beat all and yes it's True!!
The 2003 winter steelheading was slim for myself and Steelydan. We had fished several times on the Clack with no takedowns SO while sidedrifting the wall just below Carver Bridge along with several diehard boys around us doing the same. My rod gives a dive and I set the hook. FISH-ON!!! I yell and Steely reels up. This fish was truely Fire in the Hole! The fight went on for several minutes High Fives all around will all eyes on the Nortorius Fire in the Hole boat. Here she comes I yell as the Firey Beast starts to imurge down stream. As she crests the water what a sight/ wait was that yellow? You've got to be kidding me. :shocked: No it isn't. Yes it is. :mad: It's was a Dog Gone Sucker fish that I had somehow hooked just behind the dorsal that was swiming up and down the river that hole time. With a small sigh :blush: I released the pour fish back to the bottom and looked up to see Steelydan Rolling in the front of the boat. :laugh: :laugh: All eyes returned to fishing as I hoped they all thought "Must of been a Native" thats why he released it. That was the worst fake fish I've ever had. Glad to finally get this story off my chest. :shrug:
Fire in the Hole :cheers:

[No Wishin Just Fishin]

I don't know the actual weight of my biggest fish but the picture weighs 7 pounds :dance:

[Silver Hilton]

Well, you guys go on making up your fish stories. Some of us catch fish, so we have real fish to tell you about.

Two years ago, we were floating a river in Alaska, fishing for rainbows. We had gotten down into the better water, and we were really working it hard on 20 to 30 inch dollies, and 18 to 26 inch rainbows.

Bill and I slid down around a corner, with Bill holding the raft off in the shallow side water, and I threw out the ***** creek nymph of death into the heart of the slot. The line bowed upstream, and I tightened up. My line tightened into a good imitation of a guitar string, and the drag whined like five horsepower router. Then the fish jumped. He was so big, the river dropped three inches during the time he was in the air! The raft grounded, due to the river dropping, which put additional tension on my line, and the leader parted.

As the wave from the fish's splash swept downstream, it washed the other boats up onto shore. Proceeding downstream, it gathered force, from gravity and the karmic rip in the space-time continuum that was caused by me crackering by far the biggest rainbow I'd ever seen, let alone hooked. The wave took out the Aleutian village at the bottom of the river, and then proceeded across the pacific to Japan, where it severely damaged the new Krispy Kreme franchise.

We tried to recover from the mayhem, but when we returned to the side of the river, we found the fish prowling like a rabid wolf at the edge of the water. We edged towards the water, ready to make a cast. The fish moved back slightly, eying us. Uneasy, as I had not seen a fish not spook upon my approach before, I unbuttoned the safety strap of the hot loaded .44 magnum I always carry as a camp gun. I decided to keep my distance and try for a slightly longer cast than normal.

As I laced a 120 foot cast (with a four weight into a 35 mph headwind) towards the fish, he reared back out of the water, caught the fly in mid air, braced his tail against a rock, and sprung towards us, fishy fangs glistening.

The air was split with a dual roar. Bill emptied the magazine of his twelve gauge so quickly that he was reloading before the first empty case hit the ground. I was handicapped in that I still held the fly rod, so I couldn't fan the pistol. Therefore, it took me a disgraceful three quarters of a second to empty my piece into the still hurtling fish, and I missed with the second shot.

The fish flopped limply to the ground at our feet, his death quiver digging an 18 inch ditch in the gravel in front of us. I looked at him, and realized that the hook had come out and hooked him in the fin. He was snagged. We had to release him, even though he had breathed his last.

It took six of us three hours to drag the carcass back to the water. Bill whittled a block and tackle out of drift wood to help out, and Mike braided our fly lines together to make rope for it.

Finally, we got the beast back into the water, and hid the evidence.

Then the trip got a little more interesting.

[ 11-21-2003, 05:34 PM: Message edited by: Silver Hilton ]

[Thumper]

Carpet-to-carpet walleting. :laugh:

Hilton, you have a progressively deteriorating condition. :grin:

[pathetic novice]

Silver Hilton's telling the truth; I was in the drive-thru of that Krispy Kreme when it happened. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life!

[Point-of-Sale Clerk]

"The late afternoon and evening seem to be producing smallies pretty well on the Willamette river, although early morning shouldn`t be ruled out. Been using 4 inch watermelon lizards with pretty good results. Lots of 2-3 pounder`s and 1 or 2 about 5-6pounds! What a hoot. The larger one`s were between 18 & 20 inches. Great fight!!! Tossed them all back to grow up."

Fishfeet <font size="2" face="verdana,arial,helvetica">:grin:

[Silver Hilton]

Now, the following story contains a grain of fiction, unlike the previous story which is god's own truth.

Some years back I and several of my more misbegotten comrades were floating the Alagnak in western Alaska. Before you are flown in on any of these trips, some freshly scrubbed young park ranger comes out and give you the "how not to get eaten by bears" lecture. Since I've already been eaten by a bear (true story, explains my good looks) I tend to not pay much attention to these lectures, as I have heard them a few times. Also, the person giving this lecture was female, 220 lbs, and had a big silver tongue stud which was distracting me from her message.

Basically, the bear message is don't camp near the bear trails. What they forget to mention is, there is no place within 400 yards of the Alagnak that is not infested with bear trails. Unless you are going to huck that raft onto your back and haul it a mile from the river, you are camping, walking, sleeping, and peeing in the middle of bear trails. And bears.

So, three or four days into the trip, we end up camping on an island, which, like all islands on that river, has a two foot wide bear trail all around it. The island had the lightly traveled bear trail. The main river bank had the four lane high way for bears. On both sides of that river there is a bear trail which is in places literally worn 2 feet into the tundra.

After we made camp, we made a fire and were sitting around the fire drying out our neoprenes. Most of us had shucked them, but Bill had his down around his ankles, showing them to the fire. We were admiring the steam rolling off of them, when a bear ambled down the far bank of the river and into the river. It started swimming across the river. It looked like nothing so much as a brown volkswagen with ears.

At this point we all looked around at each other, and in particular, at Bill, who was starting to develop a bit of a peaked look. You all, of course, remember the old joke, "I don't need to outrun the bear, I just need to outrun you..." After putting our tennis shoes on, we then grabbed shotguns, and a few rounds in the air convinced Yogi to find another island.

That night, after we had relaxed a bit, involving a few malt beverages, we turned in. After a bit, Dave the elder heard a sound. Splish. Splash. Grunt. Swish. The bear, or his brother, was walking through our camp. Now sleeping next to Dave M was Dave H, easily the heaviest armed member of our camp. But Dave M was paralyzed with fear, or, as he put it later, deep respect for the wildness of our partner in the earth experience.

So Dave M just lay there, hoping that Yogi wouldn't reach over for a drumstick. At about this time, I woke up, needing to drain a couple of barley pops. Ever the comedian, I unzip the tent, step out, announce, "OK guys, I'm on bear patrol". To which Dave M replies, "do you see him?"

I figure Dave is just giving me grief. I look around, see nothing, and commence to letting fly. I then go back to sleep.

The next morning, after Dave lay awake all night, we wake up, and see the trail in the grass. The bear had walked back and forth through camp, and had laid down near Pat's tent, about 75 feet away, where he was probably laying as Dave and I were chatting. The patch of grass that was matted down was six feet by five feet.

Dave M's comment was simply, "I was hoping you were getting your .44, but you were too busy playing with your .22."

[Fishfeet]

:grin: Then there was the big`n I caught up on the ol Siletz back in 86, it was soo big that the shadow alone weighed in at 17.5 Lbs, field dressed! :laugh: Beat that!! Fishft.

[Floater]

The year was 01'. The location, Memeloose. The fight was fierce. The fish was a monster king. Got it next to the boat and it stradeled the net. The net is 3'x3'x3' and the fish won't go. There's at least a foot of the tail and a foot of the head hanging over each side of the net. :shocked: I drop the rod to help lift it in the boat. Right then....you guessed it....spit, flip and swim.
That net has not been in the boat since. :hoboy:

[Fishfeet]

Hey *** Clerk! Did I say that? :grin: You shoulda seen the one`s that got away!! :laugh:

[Rubber Hooks]

Couple of years ago, I talked to an "old Timer " while fishing on the Sandy. He informed me that I should have been there last week. He landed this huge Steelhead. He proceeded to give me a complete history of this epic fight. At the end of his story, he tells me that the steelie weighed 44lb. I replied that I had never seen a steelie that big and I hadn't caught one lately, but on my last trip, I caught an old kerosene lantern. When I got the lantern in, It was STILL LIT!!. I could see the "old timer was very skeptical about this, so I told him, I would cut him a deal. He would knock 35lbs off the fishes's weight and I would blow out the lantern' light
Rubber Hooks