A fish story...
Ok, here we go. The story isn't directly related to me, as my most outrageous fishing experience hasn't happened yet. : /
However, this is an experience that kinda stuck w/me. I was fishing Halibut out of Port Angeles, WA a fews year's back. Not far from my boat was a 16' fiberglass runabout. It was an older boat, you know the kind. Oxydized hull, faded plastic windshield, deck on the bow. I think it was a dark red, but could have been brown for that matter. In it was a guy, his wife and their two kids. The kids, I would guess being 6 and maybe 8 years of age. Mom and Dad were both fishing. Dad finally hooked a butt, and appeared to have his hands full. Mom reeled in her pole, and then she and the kids stood alongside Dad cheering him on. You could tell his forearms were burning pretty good, yet he didn't seem interested in accepting any help. First mom stood onhand w/a standard salmon sized net. Finally, you could see the fish was nearing the surface. At this point mom put down the net. She next handed him a gaff hook, and before you could say "why did he just do that?", he'd gaffed about a 70# butt and slung it right into the boat. For about 20 seconds, you could see him stand over it, proud as a peacock. His wife and kids circling around it with smiles from ear to ear. This is when things got good. Suddenly, as predicted, you could hear all h^ll break loose. First the fishes head, then it's tail, then it's head again. I was about 100 yds away and could hear the thumping like it was right next to me. Mom and the 6 year old dashed to the front of the boat, Dad grabbed his baseball bat and went to war with the hali. Unfortunately, the 8 yr old was pinned down in the aft. Mom screamed at Dad, dad dropped the bat, and grabbed his stranded son. Just like he'd flung his halibut into the boat, he slung the kid to the front of the boat w/Mom and little bro, then went back to work w/his louisville slugger. From the sound of things, he was hitting his boat at least 2 out of 3 swings. By now, mom had both kids on the front deck (this is exactly why we make kids wear life jacket ALL THE TIME), and she was standing on one of the front seats screaming "kill it, kill it". Dad finally won the battle. Mom stepped down and overlooked his now tenderized prize. The kids however wouldn't budge from the safe haven of the bow until Dad had the now black and blue headed halibut tied off and back outside the boat. They prompty started up the engine and went home. I'm guessing to buy new poles, tackle box and boat seats. And that, is my fish story...
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Mello-Yello
Good story!
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