The Funniest Thing........

[crabbait]

Saw this thread over on the PP board and thought we might have some good stories, too. So what was the funniest thing you ever saw while fishing?

Here's a short one: Two of my friends and I were fishing springers with a fastideous and grumpy guide on the Rogue. He had a brand new boat and made us wipe our feet before coming aboard.......

We were anchored fishing herring/spinner rigs when I had to "go". I asked him if he had a bucket, "No, but theres a cup up front" he said gruffly and motioned with his thumb. I slid between the seats and looked around and, sure enough, there was a large thermal cup. I sank down to my knees and filed it, then turned toward the stern to empty it. HEY!, said the guide, "THAT'S MY COFFEE CUP!"

If I had opened the center window and looked in the bow I would have found a large dented tin cup reserved for potty duty. OOOOPS!

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[RichH]

10-12 years ago I was fishing the lower end of the island below the mouth of Three Rivers for steelhead. There was an older fellow below me that set the hook on this fish and proceeded to run toward the bank setting the hook several times. On about the 6th or 7th pop of the rod the line breaks and he looks completely dumbfounded and says " I can't believe the line broke. That was brand new 20lb maxima" :shocked: [img]graemlins/stupid.gif[/img]

Another time fishing with my day and younger brother for trout in Hyatt lake in southern OR.
My brother, who was about 6 at the time, tries to cast and throws his rod overboard. We all stared at the hole in the water the rod made as it sunk out of sight when my brother looks at my dad and says "go get it" [img]graemlins/1zhelp.gif[/img]

[Corkie Monster]

A bunch of friends and I went up to Ollolie lake after work one night. Between the 5 of us we had about 4 cases of beer. We rented a boat and went way out into the lake. On of the guy's brought his float tube out with him. After we got out there my buddie threw his float tube overboard and hoped in. We all proceded to drink and fish and drink some more. After about 3 hours it was getting dark and we were getting pretty lit. We decided to roe back to the resort and turn the boat back in. After arguing about who can row the best and after many circles in the lake we finnally managed to make it back to the resort. We turned the boat in and haeded for home. (thank god it was only about 15 miles of gravel rd. We got back home and hung out and drank some more. Then sombody relized that we were missing sombody. The guy in the float tube.

[Stoyjun Princess]

My husband and I were fishing for Kokanee up at Paulina lake last summer, the kokanee were hitting so good and they were really big fish. My husband bought some new crippled herring jigs and could hardly wait to try them,he opened the new jig and threw it into the water with out hooking it to his line first. :shocked: The look on his face was priceless. I laughed so hard :grin: . I almost fell out of the boat. What a great day. :smile: Well I guess he had to feed the water gods that day...

[crabbait]

Paulina, that reminds me.........we were fishing Paulina opening weekend one year (early '70s). There was still 10" of snow on the ground the weather cool but sunny. We launched at daybreak and anchored in a little cove and proceeded to catch some very nice fish.

Pretty soon, along comes these two guys in a rented boat. They are running at a pretty good clip on the rental's 10 horse. They obviously saw that we were catching fish because they headed straight for out spot.

When they were way too close for the uncrowded conditions, the guy in the back yells, "throw out the anchor". They were still under way when the guy in front stands up and, with one foot on the gunwhale, winds up to throw the anchor. Just then the guy in back cuts the power and, losing his balance, the guy in front grabs for the gunwale and tips the whole boat over!

Man, we were dying! Luckily, there was a boat trolling by and they picked up the two nimrods so we didn't have to pull anchor and rescue them.

The funniest part was when the trollers tied off to the bow ring and started to tow the boat back to the resort. Seems the idiots had tied the anchor off to the center seat making it impossible to retrieve and everytime they started making way the boat would start wiggling and disappear like the worlds largest Kwikfish! All you could see was the wiggling prop and skeg of the motor until they stopped, then the boat would reappear. Thought I was gonna pee my pants!

A little later, we were able to net a half bottle of Seagrams from their flotsom. Thanks guys.

[crabbait]

Ok, here's another one: Bobber fishing the Wilson on a miserable day. My dad and I had fished the same hole the day before and were staying fairly comfortable in the rain with two Mr. Heaters hooked to a bulk tank.

Two guys just below us were fishing in a Livingston 8'(you know, those little blue and white cat boats with the seat down the center). The day before they were freezin an drownin all day while we had heat waves coming off our boat.

So that day they show up and comment that they have got the answer now! They had taken a five gallon metal bucket and punched a bunch of holes around the bottom, then filled it 1/4 with rocks and the rest with charcoal brickettes.

They had that thing cookin pretty good and were enjoying the warmer atmosphere when one of the guys hooked into this BIG chinook. On the hookset, he rocked the boat so hard that the bucket overturned into the bottom of the boat!

Chinese firedrill.

One guy is trying to keep his fish on while the other guy is dipping river into the tiny boat with the holey bucket. Both are cussing up a storm. They did manage to get the fire out and land the fish but what a mess!

Soggy brickettes aren't very warm, either.

[Alligator]

:grin: I took my son, 10 years old, and one of his friends fishing at Ollalie Lake ten years ago. We arrived about 3 hours before dark so I rented one of the wooden row boats and we were off across the lake dragging Spruce flys. After an hour my son has to take a leak but I reminded him that there is no swimming or peeing in the lake because its a drinking water supply for the resort. Pretty soon he and his friend are squirming cause they have to go I told them to do their business. They both knelt on the rear deck peeing off the back when I gave the boat a slight oar action. :whazzup: I didn't realize they were leaning way out and were off balance so they wouldn't dribble on the boat and both went face first. I actually caught both of them by their belts but they came half out of there pants. [img]graemlins/icon_argue.gif[/img] :shocked: [img]graemlins/icon_argue.gif[/img] Bad daddy! I told them they shouldn't have been peeing in the drinking water. :grin: :grin: We did catch some nice 22" trout that weekend.

[Robert]

Last year during springer season I had the wierdest thing happen to me. I got up really early to get a good spot. Some guy some later in the day with a really small weight and the goober gets his lined tangled in mine. I undue the tangle and cut some line off becuase of frays. The same guy did it again. This time the tangle came off really easy. I grabbed the line and felt for frays, I checked it very close. All of a sudden I felt a tug. I then set the hook really hard and I ended up but not before I fell on my butt twice with the fish on landing a 12 pound hatchery salmon. :grin: It sure tasted good. :grin:

[NEUTRON]

Crabbait, the paulina story is priceless.
Good thread

[id. painter]

My self, my best friend and my younger brother (9 years younger) trolling for trout. Little brother had new hand tied rod from our father. Best friend caught the rod with the tip of his foot and knocked it over board. Same as above we all stoodwatching as it sank. The surprise was , my buddie quickly removed his wallet, sun glasses and can of copenhagen from his person and dove in. Completely out of sight and the water was clear,,,,,, then sure enough he came up with rod in hand. My brother still owns that rod , this took place in mid 70s. I dont believe we move or think that quickly these days.

[wetaline]

My brother and I always kinda laughed at the idea of wearing neoprens on the deschutes in mid june when its 90 degrees out - just never grew up wearing em and still dont... Anyways one day we come walking up over a corner below warm springs to find a guy standing there w/ his neoprens at his ankles and his female friend on her knees... We've sinced reconsidered the idea of wearing neoprens - cause it looked like he was realy enjoying himself while wearing those things :grin:

[Tinned Fish]

I didn't think this was very funny until I saw the video...

The krew and I were fishing for trout a small lake by a forest service road. After a couple hours of wishing we could get a line into the deep center of the lake, I remembered the little inflatable raft in the back of my truck. As I pulled it out, I also found 2 bottles of wine left over from a camping trip. I was the hero of the day launching the boat into the lake with a couple bottles of wine.

One by one everyone caught a beauty 14-16" Brook. Then it was my turn in the raft. My fish came to the side and I discovered the preist was still on the shore. So I cast about looking for something to whack the fish with, and saw then wine bottle lying on the floor.

Imagine a fellow trying to brain a trout against the soft sides of a rubber raft with a wine bottle. Then laugh as the fish slips free after a few bounces and swims away. I was the only one who didn't have trout dinner that night.

Tinned Fish

[Cohodependent]

While fishing on Thomas Creek as a kid with my cousins and my dad and uncles one of my cousins was getting very mad. We were fishing with bobbers and worms. My uncle Bob yelled over to my cousin and asked why he was so mad. My cousin replied that his bobber would not hold still. It kept going under and moving all over the place. I can still see how red his face was. We were about 4 or five at the time and boy did he have a temper. Uncle Bob then yelled at him to real it in because he had caught a fish. That really got out attention. He reeled in as fast as he could and between the large group of screaming cousins we were able to get the fish out of the water. We did manage to get the fish off the hook and before the adults were able to intervene we hooked one of the cousins as well. One of those childhood memories that will always make me smile.

[Rubber Robin]

This goes back aways but one morning during Springer season we decided that we were going to get a spot in the Clackmas River mouth hogline. We arrived at about 2am and put in at dark. We anchored up and we were the first ones there. It was a long time until the morning light and when it finally did get light we all rigged and put our lines in the water.

One of the guys falls asleep right off. We thought we would pull a fast one on him and took his pole and reversed the reel. :tongue: We then put it back in the pole holder and clipped a towel to his line with a snap swivel. We put the towel in the water and as soon as it disappeared beneath the surface it began a tugging motion on the fishing pole.

We all started yelling fish on, fish on! :grin: Well, our buddy woke up with a start and grabbed his rod and tried to reel! We all started laughing hysterically as we watched him take about a minute to figure it out. Waking up from a dead sleep and having to think is not easy!

With friends like us???????

[Sadie-Lynne]

Went fishing with a friend of mine who always wants to get as far out in the river as he can. We were on the Nestucca in the middle of the winter and had been fishing for awhile when he called over to me to join him. He had found a slash pile that was over hanging a deep hole and had worked himself out onto the log that stuck out over the water the farthest. I informed him that it did not look vary stable at which time he went to show me that it was safe. He jumped up in the air and when he came down the log snapped. He completely disappeared for awhile. He then came thrashing to the surface. His glasses and rod were gone. It was about the funniest thing Ive seen. Of course our fishing day was over because he about froze to death. :grin: :grin: [img]graemlins/stupid.gif[/img]

[crabbait]

look4elk - Great story. One of those, "Hey guys, watch this!"

Here is the one I have been saving:

My friend and I decided to take off after swing shift for Prineville in March '79. The plan was to make a quick weekend trip with my dad's Supercab Ford and my buddy's old boat.

It took us longer than we thought to get the trailer lights hooked working so, instead of getting there at three am with some time for a nap, we arrived just at daybreak and went straight to the Social Security camp and boat launch.

Fish were biting and things were going pretty well until a thunderstorm blew in and tried to drown us. My friend's motor was one of those oldies with the gas tank fixed to the motor and the vent on top. It was raining so hard that we were getting enough water into the tank to make the motor quit every 100yds. We blew back 50yds trying to start the motor, then ahead 100yds to another stop. So it went, all the way back to the ramp. We were soaked to the bone and freezing by the time we beached the boat and headed for the truck.

The parking area was full of pickups with campers and camp trailers and the retired folks were having their morning coffee and starting the first round of pinnocle so we just left the truck on the side at the top of the ramp and tried to get comfortable. Since this was a spur-of-the-moment trip, neither of us brought extra clothes so we just rolled our sleeping bags out on the front and back seats of the truck, shucked out of our soaking clothes and tried to catch some sleep.

Just as I was nodding off, I hear pumpa-pumpa-pumpa-pumpa. "Hey, bud, what are you doing?" I ask. "I'm pumping up this lantern so we can have some heat". This is a dumb idea I thought. "The engine is running and the heater is on full blast. It will be warm soon and if it cools off we can always start the motor again" I said. "Yeah", my friend said, "but once I get this lantern going we won't have to run the engine." Pumpa-pumpa-pumpa-pumpa.......

To heck with it I thought, let him play with his lantern. Pumpa-pumpa-pumpa-pumpa. My buddy got the lantern lit but the flame was barely going. Hmmmmmmmmmm, not enough pressure. Pumpa-pumpa-pumpa-pumpa. About this time, my friend slowly turns the lantern around and notices three tiny holes in the old lantern's side. The still burning lantern has been spewing white gas all over the dash board and the slow turn has evenly distributed the gas on our wet clothes as well.

In a flash of brilliance, my friend stuck his thumb over the holes, re-directing the pressure through the mantles. WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH the cab of the truck, our clothes and my buddy are aflame.

"STEVE-STEVE-STEVE" my bud said (suddenly its my problem). I quickly sat up and with one hand grabbed the lantern (which I expected to go off like a hand grenade at any second) and with the other hand opened the passenger door and swung the lantern as hard as I dared out and away from the truck. It landed in the rip-rap and exploded in flames 15-20 feet high.

My buddy was staring at his arms and chest which were completely ablaze. I flipped his sleeping bag over him, then started turning the wet burning clothes over onto the burning dashboard. In an instant the fire was out and, luckily, I was not burned. I was not so sure about my buddy's condition.

When I looked over to see if he was alright, he was gone! He had opened the driver's door and backflipped onto the boat ramp were he was doing one of those famous indian dances while patting his body from head to knees with both hands BUCK NAKED!!

Now my buddy is normally a large, hairy guy but not this day. He was bald as a plucked chicken from the chin down but unburned. That's when I heard the laughter.

Seems our little signal fire got the attention of the Social Security crowd and they had come piling out of their campers to witness the event. They didn't know there was going to be dancing!

We were none the worst for wear but I think the laughing fits nearly killed some of those old folks!

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[Grant Scheele]

Great story crabbait!

[Perfect Drift]

Oh Crabbait, my cheeks hurt from laughin. That is a good'n !!

[TundraIII]

In the early 70's went fishing with my dad and my best friend (J.R.) and his dad. We left early and arrived at Jubilee Lake sometime around 6:30 am. While our dads were collecting the fishing gear I discovered a frog in the dew covered grass next to the truck. I no sooner caught that frog when J.R. snatches it from me and runs to his dad to claim it as his. As soon as he opens his hands to show his dad the frog, it leaps away and disappears. J.R. looks down at his hands and sees a small puddle of yellowish liquid :shocked: he then looks up at his dad and says "what is this?" his dad replies "well J.R. that is wart juice, that must have been a wartfrog you were holdin" J.R. begins to panic as his dad then says "now your gonna get warts all over your hands and the girls wont like you". Both our dads and me start to chuckle but J.R. doesnt catch on and begins to feverishly rub his hands together and then, out of habit I guess, he then rubs his palms against both sides of his face! His dad stops laughing and says to J.R. "geez J.R. why did you wipe your hands on your face? Now your gonna have warts there too!" J.R. starts to cry and shake, both our dads are laughing so hard they can hardly stand :grin: Poor J.R. had enough so his dad let him in on the joke and we headed on down to the favorite fishing spot on the bank of the lake. Half way down me and J.R. are way ahead of our dads when he turns to me and says "let's race to the lake!" Well J.R. was older and bigger than me and I knew he would beat me, but I said o.k. anyway. He takes off at a sprint and leaves me in the dust. As I come out of the woods and get my first view of the lake there stands J.R. with his back to me, arms out-
stetched and held upward, chest deep in the lake :grin: I guess his brakes failed! I never laughed so hard. His dad wasnt amused tho. Poor cold and wet kid got to spend the morning with steam rising off his clothes. Fishing wasn't any good so about noon or so me and J.R. grab a soda and head off into the trees neer the lake shore to do some scouting around. We both take a break and sit down on a log in the shade and drink our soda's. I get off the log and stand before J.R. and suggest we head back when I notice this rather large black and yellow snake with a huge head slink up the log and stop not 6 inches from J.R. side. I tell J.R. "dont move! there is a huge snake next to you" he laughs at me and says "ya right". His curiosity gets the best of him as he looks down and see's this snake lookin at him! :shocked: I start to slowly back away from the snake as J.R. leaps off that log and dashes past me. I back out of the woods and turn around and there is J.R. his back to me, arms outstretched and held upwards, chest deep in the lake :grin: I just about died right then and there. This is my favorite fishing memory and I thought I would share it. I lost touch with J.R. when I was still a kid and somehow I dont think he remembers this day as fondly as I do.