Funny Stories

[FishinMission]

O.k....we all have those stories we tell on those fishing trips..you know...the funny ones that get everybody laughing...?? Let's hear yours. Tell me some of yours..and I'll tell you some of mine. [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]

[Evan0505]

Last sunday night me and a bunch of friends went down to the Tualatin River to do some night fishing for catfish and or carp. We got down there right at dusk, and started fishing. About 10 minutes after we got there, i hooked a rather heavy fish, that swam around the bottom a little, and then hung me up on something. The fish got off, and i was snagged on a rather big log, that was slowly coming to the surface. I got the log on the dock, unhooked it and turned to throw it back in the river, as far as i could. Well the log went flying through the air, along with my fishing pole, and my other fishing pole that my friend was using. I guess my pole had somehow reattached itself to the log, and when i threw it, it pulled my pole across the dock, and caught the other pole on its way. All my friends thought it was quite humorous. Needless to say, i didnt find the situation that funny at all. Im still thinking about taking a small anchor and rope down there and dragging it along the bottom to try and retrieve my poles.

[Bait O' Eggs]

Evan lets just keep it quite that you go to OSU [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/tongue.gif[/img]

This is for you Jeff! [img]images/icons/wink.gif[/img]

Fishing the smokin' fast water below Bonneville last year for steelhead. Just finished "greasin" up my spinner and put it back into the water. My hands are covered with shrimp oil, smelly jelly, you name it.

Put the rod in the rod holder and about the same instant BOBBER DOWN! I reach over grab the rod and set the hook. SQUIRT! goes the rod and reel out of my hands, like a banana scared of it's peel! Bounces on the transom once, hits the Columbia, sit's there for one second and then ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM! Gone!

INSTANT SICK! Loomis and a Calcutta no less! Someone yells, "go get it!" Oh sure, I mutter as I go forward to throw the anchor, fat chance.

BUT WAIT! My partner Jeff yells, "I think I have your line!" (Please God let it be true, I know the bail was closed)

Off we go. Please let Jeff's line be a tangled mess around mine! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! SWOOSH my rod and reel surfaces behind the boat and dis-appears again!

Jeff slowly keeps reeling CAREFULLY CAREFULLY There's the tip of my rod! REACH AND REACH AND GOT IT! Instant extasy!! HAAAA YEEEE we scream! But Wait! the fish is still there too!

We start cutting away the tangled mess and lo and behold, I continue to fight and land the 14 pound clipped steelhead too!

Jeff - you know this is true and you will always be my hero! On the mighty rippin' Columbia, no way that outfit was coming back, thank you very much! [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]



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[FishinMission]

I remember a few years back (about 15) me and a bud were fishing the Sandy for springers from my first driftboat. We anchored up in a nice spot..put out our divers and shrimp...and put the rods in the holders. We kept getting these little nibbles for a few hours...me telling my bud they were ********* or something to that effect. Finally I got flustered and told him to hammer on the rod the next time the nibbles happen. When they did...he set the hook...and boated a nice 15 lb. springer. To think we missed all those potential fish makes me laugh still. Lesson to be learned here?? Yeah.....if it's a bite...set the hook...ya never know what it could be.

[Tanner]

Two summers ago I was fishing for crappie and bass in the cove at Cedar Oak on the Willamette. I was using my 3 weight IMX Loomis flyrod and was casting a size 8 Maribou streamer against the bank and then slow stripping it in. I cast in this one spot along the westside of the island, took three slow strips and WHAMMMM. My heart instantly started pounding thinking I had a very large bass on. I fought this fish for a good 10 minutes. I would get it close to the boat and it would take off on a blistering run that I thought would seize my reel up. The whole time I am thinking I have a huge bass on. I finally get to the point where I can tell this fish is getting tired. I start working it to the boat only to find that I have a carp on that must have wieghed 7 - 8 lbs.

#2 I was flyfishing Woodburn Pond out of my float tube one day looking for bass and bluegill. I spent most of the day with nary a bite when I finally decided to try up against a big clump of bushes that was sticking out of the South end of the pond. I cast my size 10 Royal Coachman right up against the brush, let it sink to a 10 count and started stripping. Pop! nailed my first bluegill of the day. Nice fish about 7 inches with a big thick chest. Second Cast, 10 count, Strip, Whammm!!!!!! Bass On, this fish pulled and pulled but never jumped. I finally got it close enough to see that an 18" Channel Catfish had nailed my fly. COOL!!
I put it on my stringer, cast back out, ten count, strip, Wham! another identical 18" channel cat.

To this day I still wonder how many flyfisherman have caught Channel Cats (or Carp for that matter) on a fly.

[Pilar]

A few years back I went to the 2 bit hole on the Trask. This was a sleep in the boat deal and we waited until dawn to fish. The tide turned right at daylight and the action was fast and furious for an hour or so.

Then it slowed down quite a bit. Some others had spent the night not quite sleeping in thier boats and across the river two guys in a drift boat were crashed hard, holding thier rods in thier laps. I was nodding off too and I heard a shout "bobber down". The guy with rod in question was parked under a tree.

He woke with a startled look and set the hook to the moon. The rod flew up out of his hands into the tree above. It was comical as he looked around for his rod. It then fell out of the tree and landed in the water between the boat and the bank. Everybody was either laughing or watching as this was the most interesting thing going on. The guy sheepishly began first try to put the brakes on the fish by handlining and then gave the line to his buddy. He then began trying to retrieve the rod. I guess the drag was loose because he kept pulling up mono and no rod.

He had that green XT Solar line. Finally the handline fisher broke the line on the fall chinook and all efforts went into retrieving the rod. They finally got it back and the guy respooled the reel. Several fishers saw the green line swim by and on the third or fourth pass the sleepy fisher grabbed the line and cleated it off. His buddy bloodknot spliced it to the respooled rod and began to catch the fish.

You guessed it, they boated it and were pretty proud of the 30# chromer. It was a hen. Several of the guys stood up and began to swami and bow from the waist. The rest of us cheered. This has to be the most effort I've ever seen given to a salmon. I bet it was pretty tasty.

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[Tanner]

Pilar,
I bet there are all kinds of good stories that come out of the Two Bit Hole.

I was fishing there about 4 years ago. It was just starting to get light and some guys on the bobber fishing side of the hole had breakfast cooking in their Smoker Craft. After torturing us with the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs, they ate their breakfast. After eating, One of the guys takes a five gallon bucket a roll of toilet paper and a newspaper and goes up to the bow of the boat, pulls his pants down and procedes to sit on the bucket and enjoy his newspaper and his morning constitutional. Keep in mind that he is in full and plain view of every other fisherman (and woman) in the hole. Also, this was not one of those quiet ones, this man had more gas than BP. I very quickly forgot about the smell of the bacon as I was overtaken by the smell this guy was generating from across the river.

[FishinMission]

Hey Tanner.....then what did he do with it?? were you downriver?? EEEWWWWWWW!

[FishinMission]

How many of you have seen this??? It's mid-December...colder than crap, and I'm about to leave the Carver boatramp on the Clack. Temp's bout 35 degrees. My buddy...the one wearing the tennis shoes... shoves the boat off, and immerses himself up to the knees in the cold river hopping into the front of the driftboat. Thank god for propane heaters!!

Hey, all two bit hole fishin buddies and we probably did not even know it! Used to be my home in October. Wish it was the old days though, not the snagger's and other BS. Bite me Charlie. LOL. [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]

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