Any poker face liers out there?

[Bait O' Eggs]

Lets play a little truth or lie game. [img]images/icons/wink.gif[/img]

Tell an outrageous fishing story and people can guess if it really happened or if you are telling tall fishing tales. I will start.

I am driving south out of Tillamook on Hwy 101. It is winter and as usuall it is flooding and there is water across the road. I spot a steelhead on Hwy 101 in about 4 inches of water near where the Trask river crosses Hwy 101. I jump out of the pickup and chase it down the road a ways before I grab the fish with my hands. I throw it in the back of the pickup and continue on home. [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

Somebody tell a story, and say whether each person above you is lieing or telling the truth.

We can come back and fess up later, that is if fisherman ever really fess up. [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif[/img]

I had just built a new fly rod and was wading across a SW Washington stream to a small island to fish. It was summer and the rocks had that coat of slime that makes them very slippery but since it was a short wade I started across with my new rod,reel,camera and flys. About half way through the heavy current that was about knee deep I knew I was in trouble. Sure enough I did what amounted to a two-footed punt and in I went.
On my float down the river I lost everything including my new rod and reel and what made it even worse I washed ashore on the wrong side of the river so I had to try to wade back in chest waders that were full of water. Fortunately I had a belt cinched around me and made it back across no worse for the experience but minus my rod,reel,flys and camera.
Stew

About 9 years ago I was fishing by myself at River Mill Dam (Estacada Lake, whatever it's called) and I did pretty well for myself with a stringer of five trout ranging from 10-13". I had actually caught about ten others but they weren't mortally wounded so I didn't keep them.

I held off cleaning them until I got home, which is my normal habit. Guess I don't like littering the waters I fish with fish guts. Bad kharma, really. Anyway, as I'm gutting the largest of the fish I felt something really unusual in the stomach so I slit the stomach open to see what it was.

It was a RING! As in a wedding band! It didn't have any stones or anything, but it was gold and didn't feel cheap. There didn't appear to be any damage to it other than the normal scratches that any other worn ring would have so I washed it off and set it aside.

About a week later I took the ring to a family friend who was a jeweler to see what it was worth. He said that it was in fact 18 karat gold and probably only was worth $150-$175 new. I decided to save it as proof to my buddies that it actually happened. They never believed me anyway. [img]images/icons/frown.gif[/img]

Fast forward a couple of years. I'm engaged to be wed to my now-wife and had just been laid off from my bank job. I got out of getting her an engagement ring because I had just started the bank job that I had now lost a short time later. Being that I had been unemployed for a few months before the bank job I had only saved enough money to buy one ring.

Well, you can probably guess what I did. I at first thought about trying to match it with a male band, but there were some rather deep scratches in the band so that wasn't going to work. Instead, I told my wife that it was my great-grandmother's ring and that before she died she told me to give her ring to my one true love and this was her.

It worked. She burst into tears and gave me a huge hug. I lived off of those brownie points for probably a year, and to this day she doesn't know where the ring really came from. Good thing she doesn't come around here... [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

[ 06-13-2001: Message edited by: fobbman ]

[Pete]

BOE: true
Stew: false - you'd never let go of the rod!
Fobb: true

In the final days of my college career my housemates and I headed off to a cabin in the backwoods of Montana. (I guess it was one place we hadn't drunk beer, yet, or something.) I took heavy grief all the way there about the inconvenient fishing rods poking the back of one of my buddy's head most of the way there. My other buddy decided to compound the ribbing by asserting that I was a "super-fisherman", building the standard I would have to meet to overcome to beat the grief. When we arrived we borrowed a canoe and headed out on the lake. My buddies paddled as I tied up a leader and dropper set up. Arriving at the head of the lake where a small creek fed in I took my first cast and hooked a modest rainbow on the dropper fly. As I tightened up on it a 14 inch brown took the tip fly. I landed both fish on my first cast ... a feat I've never duplicated. And my reputation as "super-fisherman" remained in tact!

So Mr. Fobbman I don't come around here huh? Suprise. I suppose I should be really hurt by your fabrication. I'm not though. If you had just told me the truth in the first place I would have considered it romantic. Now I just wonder how many other things you've told me are lies. [img]images/icons/frown.gif[/img] I bet there are more wives reading here than you guys think.
Ms. Fobbman

[First Bite]

Father's day 1995 I was on the wilson river with the wife and kids and my father-in-law. Fishing was slow so I crossed the tailout where we were fishing and started working my way down the bank. Almost immediately I spotted a Steelhead. I cast out a shrimp tail and saw the fish take the bait on the first cast. After a brief battle I landed the chromer. I waded back across to where my family was and showed them the fish. They all couldn't believe it. Pops wanted to get one really bad so we decided to cross the river and try and find another fish. I had neoprene waders on and he had rubber chest waders that were way to big even for his oversize body. I started to cross and he said he would follow. About half way across I heard him yell. He had gone down to where it was shallow but the water was a lot faster. He was in the middle of the river and had slipped. In an instant he became a 400 pound anchor. I hurried across the other side of the river, threw down my pole and net and ran down below him and started to wade out. He couldn't find a grip on the rocks and was starting to slide into the deep pool below where there were underwater branches and a big snag. I waded out to my chest, braced my foot and grabbed a hold of his hand as he was about to go under the water. With an iron grip on his hand, I pulled him clean out of the water and drug him to shore. I had just saved his life and we both knew it.
Mark


www.firstcastjigs.com

[Ocean]

I’m fishing the high lakes out of Oakridge with a friend in a two-man inflatable. The fishing in the morning is slow so my buddy returned to the tent for a nap. I go back out and fish for another hour, no luck. I lay my rod down in the back of the boat with the line trailing out the back and slowly row back to camp. As I’m picking my way through the rocks around the shore I hear a splash and my fly rod disappears over the back of the boat. I row in, rouse my friend from his nap, explaining that I’ve lost my fly rod and I'd like help finding it. After taking significant personal abuse, we head back out into the lake looking for the missing fly rod. The water is very clear. In about 20’ of water we see marks on the bottom of the lake where the rod has been dragged out into the lake. We follow the line on the bottom of the lake and come across the rod laying on the bottom in 35’ of water. We drop a heavy lure with a treble hook down and snag the rod. We real up the rod. There’s a fish on it. I reel in a 16" rainbow. We decide that any fish with the audacity to steal my fly rod should be released back into the gene pool.

- Mark

[Starr]

A buddy and I are fishing Klamath Lake. We're trolling in a 14' boat, and having a good time catching decent 3-5 # rainbows. My buddy gets a strike and has the biggest fish of the day on. He's fighting it off to the side of the boat, then suddenly the line goes slack. We both thought the fish was gone, but suddenly it comes flying out of the water with the lure still in it's mouth, and lands right in the boat. The easiest 8# fish we ever landed.

No way Fobb! and then your wife just happens to sign on tonight? Nah! Marks story is true and so is Roy's
Stew

[Starr]

Just remembered another one. Back in highschool, a bunch of us would go crawdad fishing off the docks on Wiliamson River that flows into Klamath Lake. We'd use big Andy Reekers or Canadian Wonders, mostly because they had a big hook to stick the bacon on we used for bait. Add a couple of ounces of weight, lower it to the bottom, and pull it up really slow and net the crawdads just under the surface. One of the guys went to the outhouse, so I went over and pulled up his riggin and got his crawdads. Just as I was starting to lower it back into the water, I heard the outhouse door open. Not wanting to get caught taking his crawdads, I dropped his pole back onto the dock before the riggin got to the bottom, and acted like I was minding my own business. He walked over to his pole and we were all grinning and acting like we got away with it. He got real excited and said he was getting a bite. I figured it was just his lure fluttering in the current since it didn't make it to the bottom. He pounces on it and ranks hard, his pole is doubled over and looks like its about to break. FISH ON. the way this thing was fighting, I thought we had the new resort record. It finally tired out and I went to net it, but it looked like a scene from a horror movie. The fish was all blotchy and gross. We had attracted quite a few guests by this point, so I was a little aprehensive to lift it out of the water, looking so nasty and all. But it was huge, and when you're young, that counts for alot. I didn't know what it was, and nobody else did either. We took it to the resort office to get it weighed, and the owner said it was a Chinook Salmon. 34" and 21#. It was the ugliest thing I ever saw.

I would guess everyone's story is true so far - except Mrs. Fobb. It says Vancouver at the bottom of your post Camellot. Good one though. Roy told me he has only ever caught one feesh from the Trask, but I didn't know how until now - nice 'catch' BOE. ...

I only tell the reel truth so I can't try a lie story, but I will tell ya an amazing one that sounds like it's false. ...

Stew hooked and caught the biggest wild steelhead of the day we taped the Tamale show. [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img] I know, hard to believe. And the biggest one I've seen lost on the Wilson this year was also hooked by Stew on another day. Honest! I swear. Also he hasn't fallen in while wading, even once this year! Oh man, no one is going to fall for this stuff; but it's true. I swear.

If Steve posted to this thread I would believe it because all you would have to do is fish with this guy to know that ANYthing can and will happen. From tumbling down a hill to falling in a river nothing RT does surprises! except when he catches a fish. Then there was the Emu farm on the Clackamas.....save that for another day [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]
Stew

Hey buddy, I have you guys so fooled! I have never slipped on steep slopes with those slippery Bozo boots of mine by accident. I just let you think it was. I love rolling down hills! Have ever since I was a kid. And it invigorates the circulation and the soul, and leaves more energy to climb back out again. Try it - you'll like it. [img]images/icons/smile.gif[/img] (by the way Stew, I got the 100th post in the Roll Call thread - told ya I could do it; didn't I? Or was that somebody else? [img]images/icons/wink.gif[/img] )

RT

Edit: Dang! I went back to edit my post in the 'Roll Call' thread and noticed that a member's message got posted 4 times. Does mine still qualify for the 100th. It says 100 on the BB page. [img]images/icons/confused.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/frown.gif[/img] I think so - the guy just really wanted to get his message across. Right?

[ 06-14-2001: Message edited by: RT ]

[First Bite]

Steve rolling down hills on purpose...to invigorate the circulation and soul...I don't know Stew what do you think....NOT! I did remember him once singing to the tune of Boy George..."I'll tumble for ya...I'll tumble for Ya"...right before he "tumbled" down the hill.
Mark

www.firstcastjigs.com

Gonna have to question Camel Lot's post as well. The REAL Mrs. was "otherwise detained" about that time last night. [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]

[Bait O' Eggs]

My guesses so far.

Stew -

Fobb -

Pete - True

Camelot -

Sthlr - True

Ocean - True

Starr # 1 -

Starr #2 -

[Eric]

July 1989,

I took dad to the barrier dam on the cowlitz to try some bank fishing for summer-runs. We hiked down the clay bank a couple hundred yards below the boat launch and started fishing. About an hour later, a black bear appears on the other side on a gravel bar about 75 yards away. I cast over a nervous glance to dad and he says " Don't worry, I've been around bears all my life.....they rarely come around humans." No sooner did he finish his sentence then the bear swims across directly towards us! Well, anyone who fishes the cowlitz up there knows you can't climb the clay bank....too steep. So dad yells "let's get the hell out of here!" and we both dropped our gear and made our way up the 2 nearest alder trees.

The bear decided to lounge around up the hillside about 30 yards above us for an hour....not far enough away to allow to leave our hideouts. Meanwhile, here are all these sledders boondogging by looking at us like a couple of freaks, not knowing there's a bear 30 yards behind us. Dad and I looked at each imagining what this scene must look like and nearly fell out of our trees laughing so hard.

[parker]

It was the mid-to-late 80's and I took a day off from my salmon guiding and fished the mouth of the Deschutes River with my buddy, his friend, and his kid. The kid, being all of about 7 or 8. Old enough to mess with a fishing rod, lift it up and down to see what was on the end of line, and crank on the reel, but that was about it.

We were fishing in the "zoo" for the wiley Columbia River Upriver Bright chinook salmon. At the time, Buzz Ramsey was the talk of the Columbia and had just introduced the Luhr Jensen Crocodile Flutter Jig. He did such a good job as the Luhr Jensen Poster Boy that every body was using those flutter jigs that year.

Anyway, the three of us were die-hard fishermen and needed someway to entertain the kid while we jigged away for fish. Having a couple hundred other boats with us at the mouth of the Deschutes didn't help much either. So, I tied on a random (obviously not one of the good colors) flutter jig on the kids rod, let out about not more then 3 feet of line, and let the kid dangle the rod in the water. Seeing how it was at least 20 feet to the bottom, where the fish were holding, how much trouble could this kid get in to?

A while passed by, and the kid started screaming at us that his hook was snagged up. Low and behold, much to my surprise, this kid was holding on to a rod that was just bent over and line was yarding out of the reel like there was no tomorrow.

To make a long story short, with a little help from his dad, this kid landed a nice chrome 30lb Upriver Bright that day.

I swear, that jig was never more than 2 feet under the water. Every time I checked on the kid, I could visibily see the jig just under the water.

Kind of makes you say, "huh.".

[FallRiverGuy]

This happened just yesterday morning.

It was such a nice morning I could not just head into work so I stopped by Fall River for a half hour of fishing. Fishing was slow, but just before leaving I hooked a small 5 inch brown. About half way to the bank I saw a shadow rise from out of a deep pocket towards the fish I had hooked. It turned out to be a +20 inch brown! This brown started to case the little fish around trying to eat it. I thought why not see if the big brown will eat the little fish so I let the little fish swim around in the current. I must say that big fish is a bad shot for it must have taken it 5 tries before getting its mouth around the little fella. The big fella took off with the little one to the bottom of the deep pocket so I fed it line. I was hoping it would swallow the fish and I would have a bit of a fight with the big one. I could feel the rod bounce as the big brown tried to eat the little one; I thought that if it did indeed swallow the little fish, and if I was able to land the big one, I would cut the line and release the fish since I was on my way to work and technically this was bait fishihng. Right about then the fish shot up stream doubling over my 4 wt rod. After 15 minutes I got hold of the fish and cut the line and released the fish. I could not help thinking this was just like sea bass and lingcod.

What a way to start the morning before work!

[Sore Elbow]

Cook Inlet Alaska, 1994 Fishing for halibut out of Homer. Three of my buddies and 4 other people on the boat. After a three hour run we put down in about 190' of water. I hook and land a 140lb Halibut. Then after awhile I get hit again. After I reel the barn door up to the surface the skipper leans out to pop it in the head with his 410 shotgun, the gun mis-fires, the fish sees him, flips it tail and dive for the bottom snaping my line. Several seconds go by and then the guy next to me yells fish on. This time the gun goes off the fish is gaffed and hauled on board. The deck hand takes the setup out of the fish too find that it is not attached to the guys pole, and that his weights were tangled with mine after the line snapped, The skipper & deckhand both agreed that the hooks were mine, so we split the fish (160 lb) and went our ways.

[ol tuna skipper]

Bank fishing the Wilson mabey 15 years ago, with a guy from work, his drunkard buddy and the drunks, drunk girlfriend. She hooks a steelie and goes into the water with it. as she is bobbing up and down the river she is still reeling. She manages to land herself and the fish. What a show. [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]
believe it or not?

[Gizmo Man]

Bait of Eggs goes Nookie fishing at OC 40 days and nights and doesn't catch a single nookie....

[img]images/icons/tongue.gif[/img]

[WaterDog]

Giz,
That would be funny if it wasn’t so pathetically true! Lets see if he can use his super powers to maybe catch a fall fish……… [img]images/icons/tongue.gif[/img]

[6-14-2001: Message edited by: Red Power Ranger Roy Boy]

[CAGEY]

In 1984 i was fishing with a friend of mine in Bristol Bay Alaska. He owned a 45 foot boat which was moored at Port Moller wich is near Unimak island on the Alaska Pennsula.
We left port around 0600 and our run to his favorite halibut spot took us about 40 mins. Bob has fished this area for nearly 20 years and knows the best spots for huge slabsides. We were fishing in 400 feet of water and about 20 minutes in the water i got a tremendous strike. My pole which had 85 lb. test line bent almost to the point that i could hear the glass starting to crack. I reared back and did the best i could to sink the hook into that big fella but at 400 feet there is a lot of line stretch. Any way i manage to hook him up and the battle was on. I fought him for over 45 minutes and could not gain any line on him. Bob said they had taken halibut in the 300 lb. class here and he had never seen one fight like this one was. Bob guessed him to be in excess of 400 lbs. I fought him for nearly another hour and finally started gaining line on him. My biggest halibut to this point was 210 lbs and beleave me this fish was just giving me a hell of a battle. After nearly three hours i saw color and indeed it was a huge slabside. I got him almost all the way to the surface and he decided he did not like the looks of me so down he went again. Another 30 minutes and i had him back on the surface. Bod stuck him with the gaff and then i held the rope until Bob was able to blast him with his rifle. It took three shots to lay him out. It took both of us to pull that giant aboard. We had to pull him up as far as we could get him, then tie him off and gaff him down lower and then pull him some more until he fianlly was laying on the deck. Bob guessed him at 390 to 400 lbs. When we returned to port Bob swung by the commercial scales and we weighed that big brute. Wow 422 lbs. If any of you get to the Port of Muller check him out at the marina. There is a picture of that brute hanging on the wall. p.s. Bob brought in a 212 pounder that day. Cagey.

[Tanner]

A good friend and I were bank fishing for catfish on one of the Snake River Impoundments. We were catching bullheads, about 1 every 20 - 30 minutes. There was another fella fishing off of this point about a hundred yards away from us and he was just slaying the channel cats. We finally ended up walking over there to see what he was using. He said he had been using worms and then he said that he was done and we were welcome to his spot. We said thanks, he packed up his chair and his gear and left and we started fishing.

About 2 hours went by and we had caught a couple nice catfish. Funny thing was every once in a while we noticed a tremendous amount of bubbles coming out of the lake about 20 yards off shore. After about 3 hours and some nice cats, my rod went down hard. I picked it up and started fighting this monster fish. About the time I had 10yds of line left on my ambassadeur 5500 the fish stopped. I put the pressure on him and started reeling. "Dang it, I'm hung up". Just when I was about to break the fish off, A scuba diver appeared in the area where we saw the bubbles. He yelled to us and told us that the biggest catfish he has ever seen is on the end of my line, but it is holed up in an old sunken car. I asked him if there was any way he could get it out for me and he said he would try to shoot it with his spear gun. He dove back down and about 5 minutes later came up. I said "were you able to shoot it". He said "I tried, but every time I drew a bead on him, he rolled up the window"

[ 06-14-2001: Message edited by: Tanner ]

[Bait O' Eggs]

Since nobody else wants to guess how deep the fecies is stacking, I will.

Eric - True
Steelhead Queen - Lie
Fall River Guy - Lie
Sore Elbow - True
ol Tuna - True
Gizmo - Lie (it was 42 days and it was only mornings before work)
FM - True
Waterdog - I dont know what to say except "if your lips are moving ...." [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/wink.gif[/img]
Cagey - True
Tanner - To funny

Red ranger boy over and out.

[ 06-14-2001: Message edited by: Bait O' Eggs ]

[Osprey]

At least it wasn't a story about a goat....but any way I beleive you...no Really I do.....ROTLMFAO.....Os

Oh BTW I thinkl I'm turning into a Dodger fan.....Oh never mind.....pass the Beano


NWO
Team Redneck

[Tanner]

This is no S"*t,

I was fall chinook fishing two years ago on my favorite coastal stream. I was anchored up in a hole and backbouncing some eggs.
To my amusement, there was a squirrel on a branch trying to get an acorn that was at the very end of the branch. This particular branch was hanging over the water about 6 feet. Every time the squirrel would get near the acorn, the branch would dip in the water and the squirrel would run back to safety. Finally the squirrel decided to go for it.
He very quickly darted out to the end of the branch. As he snatched the acorn, a large chinook came up and devoured the squirrel.


I sat there in absolute amazement as the chinook came back up and placed another acorn on the end of the branch.

[Osprey]

ATT aboy Tanner that what were looking for [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] Total BS.

I trying to come up with my own "true" Story but I keep exceeding this sites "G" rating,I working on one.....Os

NWO
Team Redneck

[Tanner]

Os,
Why don't you tell them that "true" story about fishing the Puget sound out of your cat? You know, the one where you had to fight off the pod of Orcas because they thought you were a pair of sea lions.

[ 06-14-2001: Message edited by: Tanner ]

[THE REEL HEY_YALL]

I once caught 35 bream using a cane pole, bobber, small hook, and pieces of dry catfood. [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]

While fishing at the gulf, I hooked a parasailor once, but he spooled me. [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]

While fishing one afternoon, I had 2 fish jump into my boat. [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]

I've seen a boat sink after a guy took his .357 out to shoot a water moccassin that had fallen into his boat. [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]

I've used baby rain frogs as bait before [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]

We put a lizard in my great-grandmother's tackle box once to see if she really had a phobia of reptiles. She peed herself. [img]images/icons/cool.gif[/img]

Which one of these stories is BS and here's my pokeher face [img]images/icons/tongue.gif[/img] so good luck getting this one right.

Which one is BS?

[BUGLEMAN]

I like sight fishing

One day last year at the CR bouy I decided it was time to check bait. Since dad doesn't like to troll we usually just drift in the wind with light lead. Well I figured it wouldn't hurt to jig the bait in if it was still good. So, there I go reeling and letting it fall every few feet. Next thing I know something catches my eye in the green swell 10' behind the boat. I look up to see a nice coho slashing at the bait. The next pass I see it take the bait and whammo fish on! I took several doing that last year and suggest you give it a try. I bet it would be tough though with a diver etc.

I am going to try jigs this year and spinners in the ocean. They will even chase bare hooks, no strikes on the bare hooks though.

[THE REEL HEY_YALL]

Bugle - I put 6 on the bank last year at the Satsop doing that retrieve motion with a twitch motion and the chum couldn't resist that motion. 18" leader, small green corkie, piece of green yarn. Pegged the corkie with a toothpick. Saw where the fish were stacked up, and slow twitched it back to me. It was awesome seeing them swim after it like a ****** off bass.

[Wyndknot]

Several years ago I spent two days in the drift boat bobber fishing the two-bit hole on the Trask. Two days dawn to dusk, not a bump. Tide changes, river running out, I decide I've had enough. I start drifting down
to the ramp and see a nook jumping down stream with what looks like a Okie or spinglo
in it back. I drift down dipping the oars just to keep going straight, when about 25lbs
of chinook leaps in the boat at my feet. This
fish was as suprised as I was and bounced around breaking my rod. By the time it settled down enough to grab, it was bleeding
from the gills. I took this as an omen from
the fish gods and gave it a ride to the ramp
and took it home to meet my family [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

[Bait O' Eggs]

I gotta call you on that last one Redneck.



You get the Bill Clinton Pinochio award for tall tales.


As far as the one before that Redneck, they are all semi true, the falsehood is when grandma peed her self, you put the lizard in the tackle box, but she didnt mind. Heck she is from the south, she problaby has then in the house as pets.

[ol tuna skipper]

BOE, yeh it was true. I'll never forget seeing her come up for air but still reeling. Now thats a fisherwoman. the heck with swimming, just don't let go the pole and keep reeling. Wish I had that on Video.

[WheresMyBobber]

One time, at band camp.....

I have new respect for flutists since that movie.

Hey Roy what does the "George Bush Award" look like? An upturned beer bottle? Or a drunk driver trying to pass a field sobriety test?
[img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img]
Stew

[I'mThe10Percent]

I was fishing this spring up at Bonneville for springers using kwikfish wrapped with sardines, backtrolling real slow. Then, all of the sudden, the middle rod burries and the pole goes flying straight out the boat into the water. The springer is going crazy, jumping all over the place with my green kwikfish in the side of its mouth. I yell at my buddy to hit reverse and we start to follow the rod down river as its sinking toward the bottom. The fish is still jumping.
There were several boats below us and we pulled down below them hoping they will snag up on our line. Sure enough, one of the guys in the boats says he's tangled up in some green river line (my buddies rod). He motors over to the boat and I start pulling up the line and retrieve the rod and reel! As I start reeling up, the fish is still on!.. By this time, my line is a big mess and I can't reel up anymore, the fish is still going crazy. So my buddy grabs the line and handlines the 16lb springer to the boat. It's fin-clipped so we net the fish and bonk him. So we went from losing our pole over board, to retrieving the pole and a landing a fish.
Moral of the story: Always lock your pole into the rod holder.

[Fishhead]

Fobbman, that story about the wedding ring sounds alot like a story that happened to me. My buddies and I were fishing down in Tillamook on the old Trask slew. We call it the Tone road hole. There's just enough room for about 4-5 guys to fish there. If everyone uses bobbers then it's very easy to fish there. Same goes for plunking on the bottom. So we're fishing with bobbers. Then some guys show up who start fishing on the bottom. This messes everything up for me and my two buddies. So, one of my buds goes to fishing on the bottom and the guy goes up a ways and keeps fishing with a bobber. I try to keep fishing were these three other guys are now plunking and I keep getting into their lines. So, I think that instead of walking in front of these guys, I'll go up around through the brush behind them. I find out that there's no way to go up around them so I come back and ask if they would be so kind as to lift their rods so I could duck under them and go up and fish with my bud with the bobber. As these guys lift their rods I bend over to duck under them. I look down and there in the sand is a gold wedding band. With one scoop of my hand I grab this ring as if I'm picking up a corkie and keep on walking. I walk over to my bud and hold out my clenched fist and ask him if he can guess whats in my hand he can have it. He says did I ask these other guys if they had lost it. I said, yeh I'm sure. What was I going to say " hey did one of you guys lose a wedding ring?" Was it gold? Anyway when I get back to Portland I go to the pawn shop and hok it for $60.00 and go down to G.I.Joes [img]images/icons/mad.gif[/img] and buy myself a new Abu steelhead reel that came with a free rod. Thats one of the best fishing trips I ever had even though we didnt catch any fish. [img]images/icons/grin.gif[/img] ..........Fishhead Vic

[FishinMission]

O.K..I hope I'm not breaking the rules here...and this isn't a fishing tale...but a "hunting" tale I'll share with you. Seems as though a co-worker and his friends (in their Hi School days..about 30 years ago) went bear hunting up in the Mt Hood forest. I guess you could do that back then. The group of them were walking down some kind of logging road, when they come across a pile of "Doo Doo" laying there in the middle of the road. One of the guys was the "proverbial" Great White Hunter type....and tells the others that if he squeezes the doo doo...and analyzes it's temperature...he'd be able to tell if that "bear" was close by. So he gets down on his hands and knees to carefully examine the doo doo...and suddenly starts to wonder why the others a few feet away are laughing their guts out. He asks them...."What's so funny???"...and they reply..."Well..this toilet paper over here musta came from that pile!!!" Well....at least I thougth it was a funny story...sad part...it's true. [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

[THE REEL HEY_YALL]

Sorry Roy, but the Grandma story is..........

TRUE

Granny has a phobia of snakes and lizards. If she sees one, she goes into a peeing fit (for real). When she comes to her senses, she calmly brings her big iron pot to a boil, and then picks up the raging boiling water and dumps it on the creature.

That's the only way that dear old lady can defend herself, unless she breaks out the garden hoe and chops their heads off.

We got mean snakes and lizards. [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

Keep trying Roy....muh ha ha ha ha ha

[parker]

Ok, my story was *mostly* true. It was all true except that the kid was dragging the jig on or near the bottom, not near the surface. Other than that, it really happened.

Yeah, I figured no one was going to actually believe that a 'nook would rise to the surface for a flutter jig.

PS. Anyone want any flutter jigs? I have a ton of those beasties. Don't ever use them any more. They used to work just fine....but apparently that fad is over so no one uses them anymore.

Damn those smart fish! [img]images/icons/wink.gif[/img]