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Location: SE Wisconsin | 1)
I'll start by admitting that while throwing a pounder I somehow managed to hook my driver seat on the upswing from the bow of the boat. . . Must have been tired. I was alone, not worrying about anyone behind me and I was facing an odd angle. I never in a million years thought I'd ever do something like that.
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While fishing Pewaukee's WMT last year, my partner spanked a 40+ on his big circle. . . Took the turn to tight - as much as a dissapointment as that was, looking back it was pretty funny.
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Fishing the PMTT two years ago, my boat had been in need of a new floor. While cruising to the next spot, we waved back at a pontoon full of blondes and brunettes. In the process, we were also skipping big waves from the wind and boat traffic. Just as James was waving, the screws in the bottom of his seat pulled out of the floorboard and the last thing I saw were his feet in the air as he flew back. Luckily he wasn't injured because I laughed for an hour afterwards. . . He didn't say a word till near the end of the day as he muttered, "You need to put a new floor in."
Edited by Sam Ubl 5/21/2009 9:57 AM
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Location: SE Wisconsin | While picking a nest out of my reel on year after firing into the wind during a WMT event on the Three Lakes, I was fortunate enough to have to spend an additional 15 minutes picking the wrapped line out of my trolling motor. . .
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Location: SE Wisconsin | I'll spill another one. . . laugh it up but you know this will make you feel better about your incidents.
Saturdays Pewaukee WMT had winds so intense I burned two batteries and ended up losing my mind a couple of times. At one point I casted my favorite whacky whitefish Long Tale into the wind. Because I'm at the bow controlling the boat, I look down at my speed the exact moment a bow in my line wrapped around a no wake bouy. On the retrieve I set the hook hard, burying it into the bottom of the bouy. After fifteen minutes of attempting to free it, which was impossible because of the wind, I had to give it up and convince myself to go back to it the next day. . . Which my uncle did for me and after lifting the bouy out of the water, realize it was now gone 
After retying a new leader, I attached a Spring Dawg and out of frustration, fired it downwind as hard as I could. What do you know, I backlashed as a result and the darn leader snapped (80lb. flouro) and there went my lil' Dawg. It landed about a foot away from a ROCKS bouy and i knew the water was only two feet, so I thought I'd find it. . . Nope!
Looking back, most of my boat bloopers happen during tourneys. What does that say?
Edited by Sam Ubl 5/21/2009 11:59 AM
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| Last season Scott Kieper and I were doing some late night trolling. Our first fish came within the first 15 minutes. Scott landed a huge 51" 40 lber. 20 minutes later we got another rip. It was my turn to haul in a beast. I reeled the monster within 8 ft of the boat when events changed dramatically. Scott was holding the camera and net. The reason he was holding the camera was basically for lighting because we didn't have a head lamp. As the beast was about 8 ft from the net, she came off and Scott desperately tried to reach and net. Well, he was unsuccessful. He went head over heals with the net and camera in hand. After everything was said and done, we ended up with a destoyed camera. We estimated the fish to be 54"-57" and over 50 lbs. A moment we will never forget. but at least no one got hurt. | |
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Location: SE Wisconsin | Owwwe!!
Just thought of another good one. While Dawgin', my buddy James hooked up to a "monster" on Okauchee. He kept saying, "she's not doing much just swimming. She's gotta be huge!" Well, with the net and camera ready, he says she's coming up. We both peer into the water to see a blue orb of color coming up.
I believe he still uses that towel!
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Location: Smith Creek | While fishing shoreline I noticed a bikini clad blonde sunning herself on her dock. I wanted to show her my excellent casting ability and promptly fired my lure into a nearby tree. Undeterred, I showed off my strength and cat-like reflexes by jerking the topraider out of the tree and catching it in the air with my bare hand. I think what impressed her the most was my girlish scream when the hook buried barb-deep in my palm. | |
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Location: Seymour, WI | On Saturday I motored across the lake to the area we were going to fish, my partner looks down and says, "We forgot the net". So we motor back across the lake, pick up the net and then back to the area we're fishing. I kill the motor as we ease into our fishing area I look down in the boat and realize I didn't bring any baits either.
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Location: SE Wisconsin | Flambeauski - 5/21/2009 11:54 AM
While fishing shoreline I noticed a bikini clad blonde sunning herself on her dock. I wanted to show her my excellent casting ability and promptly fired my lure into a nearby tree. Undeterred, I showed off my strength and cat-like reflexes by jerking the topraider out of the tree and catching it in the air with my bare hand. I think what impressed her the most was my girlish scream when the hook buried barb-deep in my palm.
I'm on this site too often - I work on a computer all day. . . I'm in a quiet office. I wonder if my constant laughing after reading this post has people wondering about my productivity at the moment? | |
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| Forgot the baits... that's hilarious! | |
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| I was about 8 yrs old and my dad was taking me out musky fishing it also happened to be my first time in the front of the boat. So I set out for my first cast, let it go and an instant backlash. So my dad is alittle worked up, then two casts later threw my bait in a tree so now he's gettin mad. The next cast I wanted to show that I was still capable of casting so I casted as hard and as far as I could. Wondering where my bait had went I was I looked around and surprised to see a black topraider sticking in my dads back. Needless to say I am sixteen now and I am still not allowed to stand in the front of the boat | |
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| A few years back I was handling a 28" or so pike that hit my magdawg. I first thought it was a big muskie as I was using a big lure on a known big muskie spot. I was so disappointed that it was just a small pike that i wanted to get it released quickly and get back to working the spot. As I tried to quickly release the fish, the fish thrashed and put a hook into my hand. Lucky for me it went in and curved right back out. I was able to cut the hook point below the barb and pull it out. The Next year I was working the same spot with a friend of mine and he hooked a pike of around the same size on a Mag Dawg. As he was trying to unhook the fish I piped up and said "Be careful, It was a small bastard like that last year that drove a hook into my hand" It must have been just seconds after I said that when Darcy says "yep, there you go" He managed to unhook the fish and comes up with a hook buried in his had exactly like it was in mine a year earlier. Same fishing spot, same type of lure, and who knows, Maybe it was the same fish. LOL
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Location: Not where I wanna be! | boy o boy.... So i was up in Canada and had a small pike try to eat my perch colored Suick. this ended up being kinda funny as the fish managed to keep all the hooks out of his mouth, but still had the lure stuck to his nose, then on the back of his head, and the last set of hooks was down his back a ways. so basically he was just twice the size of the lure and i reeled him in sideways. Im a bit of a picture guru and i wanted a pic of this thing with the lure running down his back.
with no net, my buddy readied the camera, i scooped up the pike by the belly and attempeted to hold him up for the camera..... stupid....
the fish took one flop and i tried to catch him, by instinctivley pulling him towards my body..... ya...... stupid....
with that move, i managed to take a hook right through my shirt into my nipple......
but wait, it gets worse... The now angry pike was still attached to the lure, and flopping for all he was worth.
no pix of this event were taken as i screamed like a little girl. but whatelse could you do??? it was like spilling hot coffee on your 'boys' while you are driving.... all you can do is scream.... so i did!
One of my buddies was able to remove the pike without too much pain, i had to cut my shirt off and was fortunate enough to pull the hook out as it went in and came out making two holes..... no blood, but the pain..... oh the pain.....
Lesson learned: Don't be a picture takin' dumb@$$ and think before you act....
SideNote, reliving this just gave me another full-body shiver
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| I have a couple to share.
This pretty mush summed up last weekend for me. I am fishing along and see an awesome patch of weeds. I make one cast, here comes a buddy of mine drives up and asks me how I am doing and drives right through the patch of weeds I was fishing.
I had a group of about 5 ladies in a pontoon boat last year cruising the shoreline when sure enough they are going to go between me and the shore. I wave for them to go around when the elderly lady says, that is my dock right here. I say ok and she just proceeeds along on her merry way! Pimped! | |
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Location: Sawyer County, WI | A beautiful, blue bird sky, upper 70s, and a nice breeze out of the southwest. I'd been throwing bucktails for the better part of the day with only a few follows to show for it. I decided to try one more spot before calling it a day. As this was a relatively shallow, weedy bay I opted to go with a topwater lure. After tossing the Pacemaker no more than 5 or 6 times, she munched the bait within 10 feet of the boat. After a nice (short) fight, I got her into the Frabill. #*^@ good thing I had the Kahuna with me as I was fishing alone and the fish was still a bit green (that's where the trouble starts). I got my tools ready to go and started to work. She only had the rear treble so I thought that his should be easy work. As I prepared to remove the hook all hell broke loose in the net as the fat 40 incher went back to battle. The initial pain wasn't too bad, despite the fact that the musky and I were now hooked to the same Pacemaker !
I grabbed the lure with my right hand and held it firmly until the fish stopped thrashing. At this point I was seeing stars ! I remember thinking "I hope the hook went all the way through", and then being disappointed when I saw it hadn't. I took my Knipex and cut myself free. At this point I thought this would be a good photo op to remind folks why we need bolt cutters in the boat at all times. I took the shot, and then cut off the two exposed barbs to prevent further "damage". I then cut the fish free, measured her, and let her go. She swam off strong without need for any revival time (did I say the fish was green ?).
Now I'm thinking about getting the hook out of my hand. I recall that I'm way over the ten year effective period and will need a tetanus booster. Upon further reflection, I decide that since I have to drive into town to get a shot, I might as well allow them to remove the hook as well. It's a 20 minute boat ride back to the cabin, then a 35 minute drive to the clinic. On the way back to the cabin, I run out of gas. Thank GOD i put the 3 gallon spare tank in the boat "just in case". I switch tanks with the hook in my hand and continue on my way. After racing to the clinic to get there before 4PM (when the PA left for the day) I am escorted to the "procedure room" where they clean up the wound and break out their side cutters, et. al. I comment that none of their cutters will work on these hooks, and they tell me to just lay back and relax. Sure enough, their tools fail to cut through and they have to send a nurse to the ER to get some "proper" bolt cutters. She returns with some serious hardware, the barb is clipped off, I get my tetanus shot, and I'm back in business. I stopped off at the bait shop to get another box of replacement trebles and I'm on my way back to the cabin.
The next morning I wrap up the finger, re-arm the Pacemaker with new hooks, and toss a few off the dock before breakfast. Bang ! A 37 incher comes to the net. This one is landed and released without incident. An interesting 16 hours to say the least !
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Location: Stevens Point, Wi. | Maybe Mr. Wild will tell the story of a certain well known diver who performed a wake boarding trick while riding in the seat next to him.  | |
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Location: Oswego, IL | Funny story here, maybe more funny to me obviously.
So LOTW far away from everything, buddy in the boat had to crap really bad, so I told him wait, he couldnt, so i told him well, you better crap off the boat if you got to go that bad. So he did just that look around, put his arse over the boat and went, I had biodegratable toliet paper so he did one wipe (which I dont understand how you can only do one) I kept look out for other boaters, dumby drops the peice of TP in the water as I was abot so say put it in a zip lock or something, next thing I know his dad and another buddy came up behind us and desided to start casting on his second cast he yells "Got one!" so he is reeling in and next thing you know he pulls up the peice of toliet paper with crap on it on the end of his bait. Pops made him take it off! | |
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| Backlashes, lost baits, hooked trees, settting the hook on snags, had my share of all that. Blew it on my share of fish the first couple years, that's for sure. Slammed door on one of my favorite rods, lost fish trolling because I forgot to loosen the drag, lost them on suckers because I forgot to put the clicker on, had about a 54"er go around on the 8 and run right into the trolling motor. Lost fish because I forgot to tighten the drag, set the hook and got nothing...
A few years ago I was fishing in Indiana, out of a friends boat, and a bad storm blew up. We had just enough time to put on our rain gear as we watched the rain coming across the lake. Just when it started pouring I got smart and thought "my shoes!" Took off my shoes and socks, figured it might be nice to have dry feet when the storm was over. In haste I opened up the first compartment I could reach and tossed them in there, slammed the lid. "Boy am I smart!" I thought... Yep you guessed it -- livewell. Dumbass... | |
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| I don't have a lot of funny story but one morning I loaded my boat with gears then unload it and drive to all way to south of lake. The access was on north of lake. Approx 2k acres of lake so long drive.. As I got to the spot... I just realized I forgot the #*^@ troll motor pedal in truck. So went back n got it. . Due to my small dumbass mind I decide to take short cut n drive through the buoys thinkin its ok to go through.. WRONG! Went approx 15 mph to sudden 0 mph. I fell face first on boat floor and wonder wtf going on as I stand up n realized I m right on the #*^@ rock pile. And water was only 6" deep. My propeller was chewed out and I tho my boat might be damaged badly so pushed her out and lucky no leak.. It was longg ride back to landing. That all happened in an hour...
And one time I was try the lake for bass that have tiger muskie that was before I start fish for muskie. I had a dumbest dog in the world with me. I was throwin zaga spook with 20 lbs line by lily pads. When my dog start barkin I turn around n told her to shut up as I turn back to my lure. Its gone with ripples around it so I set the hook. Took me awhile to take a fish to boat. As its appeared out of water I realized it was muskie not northern *low 30s* as I tried to slip it into my hand as the #*^@ line snapped and it swam off so I decide to dive after it with all of my clothes, glasses, shoe, and cell phone in my short. Then my dumb dog decide to dive in water and start to swimmin toward shore so I had to swam n get her back in boat.. I was soaked, and mad. But that how got me more interested into muskie fishing so I sorta of thank that fish for it. | |
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| For the record, jsondags story 3 is inaccurate, I know his brother, it was 24 beers (a case)not 20 and he wasn't "very drunk", "extremely" is closer to the truth. However I think he still has that 600lb blue marlin on the wall that he caught on 50# while "extremely" drunk. Lucky f@?&... | |
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Location: Lake Tomahawk, WI | Wow, I have quite a few of 'em. Growing up in Vilas County and going through the progression of outdoor pursuits, coupled with our former creed 'consume mass quantities', led to a long list of well documented 'bloopers'. Not enough room here (and I like to observe MF's forum rules) to do the tales any justice, but when my book is completed I'll let you know about it right here on this forum...
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| Hmmm...Brian might be able to tell this one better as he was pretty worked up this morning, but...
Summer of 2007 I took Brian up on an offer for a trip up to AML, my first real Canadian fishing trip other than out of a canoe during canoe trips in high school. Well, we meet in Duluth, pull an all nighter to get up there and fish the morning on the Indian Chain. Get to the access at the Indian Chain, it's sand and the wind is blowing in pretty hard. I looked at Brian's Trailblazer and 17' Ranger and asked him if we were going to get stuck in the sand. No way he says, I've used this access before. So we back the boat in and it's shallow as hell so he has to back in a ways. When we thought he was far enough out we tried getting the boat off the trailer. Not happening. So, we try to pull the boat back out. Not happening. By the time Brian got done digging his back end in the frame of the Trailblazer was touching the sand! So, we stand around trying to figure out what the hell we were going to do. We spend about an hour trying to use boards under the tires to get it out, tried unhooking the trailer, etc. Nothing worked, just got buried deeper in the sand. At this point I'm pretty sure Brian thought his boat was never going to get out of the water and his truck was permanently stuck!
I started walking towards the resort about a mile plus down the road to see if someone could come pull us out. As I'm walking a couple trucks pulling boats go past and turn into the access, so I run back. Luckily for us, some friendly Canucks were coming out for the morning too and they had some serious trucks with some serious tires! Pulled the minivan...AHEM...i mean trailblazer out and then the boat. Nice!
I'm pretty sure they spent their day on the water making fun of those stupid American kids.
The rest of the trip went great! Well, other than Brian's rub rail pulling loose and thwapping the side of the boat! FYI, hanging over the side of the boat upside down while drunk and in 2 footers trying to get it to go back in is not fun. | |
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Location: Palm Coast, FL | Spencer Berman...we need your input here from Tuesday night!!! | |
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| Sam,
I was fishing a tournament on Green Bay last October. It was really nice weather and the fish were there and I was having a ton of fun. My blooper occurs when we're putting the boat up at the dock. I'm grabbing my gear tackle box, cooler and camcorder bag. As I'm leaving the boat the camcorder bag is not zipped shut and you guessed it a $600.00 video camera takes a swim. My partner a very good friend jumped in after it. The guy is a nut. We never did get it and I had some explaining to do when I got home. | |
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Location: N.FIB | I have a few that I can remember but none as painful as the hook in the nipple,OUCH!!!!!!!
FISHING BIG ARBOR in 25-30 wind I was casting up front into the wind so I was keeping my rod very low to cast and throwing very hard,my other 2 rods were kind of by where I was casting and I ended up hooking them and throwing the rods in the water,thank god for the cork on the rods because they floated and got them back.
before I had a depth finder on my boat I used a portable one,was out on petenwell and had it sitting on the back of the boat and when I took off the darn thing fell in the water.I looked back to see what depth I was in and the depth finder was gone,knowing what happened I decided to go back and look to see if it maybe floated,I got lucky and it was floating about where I was when I took off,and still was working. | |
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Location: New Jersey | thats freakin classic........ i would do something like that | |
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Location: Palm Coast, FL | Here is another one...
I was at the Webster Lake boat ramp talking to a long time fishing buddy...whom I will name later. He informed me that his morning didn't start out too well. He had gotten to the ramp and did the normal routine stuff like unhook the boat, load all the required gear, etc. Then got into the truck and started to back the boat/trailer into the water. Everything was going just fine...going and going and going. I am sure many of you have done this...as he was going and going, he went too far and out went his boat into the lake with noone in it and no rope tied to it.
So, he pulled the truck/trailer out and parked it in one of the open spots. He proceeded to go back to the ramp's pier. Luckily someone else was coming and he waived them over to help out. The two guys came over and let him onto their boat to go fetch his. He struck a conversation with them about muskie fishing. They were just beginners into muskie fishing and didn't know much about it.
He gave them some helpful pointers and asked them if they knew anything about Muskies Inc. They had never heard anything about it. He gave them some more information and finally they exchanged names/info. He says, "My name is Dave Cates, President of Muskies, Inc."!!! | |
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Location: Hopefully on the water | 2 years ago up on Mille Lacs we head 4 boats out for a guys weekend. Out of the 4 boats we used 3 differfent launches on the lake. I was driving across the lake when the cell phone starts ringing and it is my brother in-law. I am thinking the lucky guy got a fish already. He tells me he may not be back on the water that day as his boat came off the trailor before hitting water. I asked if he needed help as we were about 1 mile away and could swing by to help. He said no. He did get back on the water later that day with some quick repairs. So later in the day we all get back to where we were staying and swapping stories. Come to find out one of the other boats with us did the same exact thing at one of the other launches. Then the 3rd boat ran out of gas 4 miles out. Luckily the weather was flat calm and theyused the trolling motor to get back taking turns running it and taking naps switching off. Well they got some gas and didn't want to put a ton of gas in with gas prices higher on the lake. Well they make it back to the launch and 1 person had to keep priming the bulb to keep the motor running to get it on the truck. While we didn;t catch anything that day I was hapy nothing happened out of our boat that day.
Another is when I took my 4 year lod out at the time Walleyte fishing on the Fox River in Depere. He was excited to go as was I. It was a great weather day and I had caught a couple of fish and he netted them for me no problem. My son says can I reel one in. So I hooked the next fish and handed the rodd off to him and he is fighting the fish great for a 4 year old. I got a good look at the fish being around 26" and reached for the net. My son saw the net and wanted to now net the fish. I thought no problem he had done weel before netting. So we are at the back of the boat and I am watching the fish and him. The next thing I know he floating down river with the net in his hand. I drop my rod to reach for him and can't reach him. So I reach for the longest rod I have in the boat and still can't can't reach him so I drop another rod and decided to go in after him. I got to him within seconds and now we are 20-30 feet away from the boat and start going towards the boat. I get grabbed by the back of the sweatshirt and 2 (VERY GRACIOUS GUYS) help him get into there boat and then myself. I was holding onto their boat while they were checking my son out to see if he is ok and they ask him what had happened. My son looks at the with a straight 4 year old serious face and says " We just had a huge fish on and it pulled me in the water it was so big" The 3 of us get a laugh out of it and they look at me and figured he was alright. So they take us to our boat and fishing is done for the day. Well I go to leave and pull up the anchor and there is a jug stuck to it. I bite the line and toss the jig into the cup holder and away we go. I am looking at the jig and start to realize it was my jig from my St. Croix avid Walleye rod and now look and see that 2 rods went into the drink that day. My son is cracking jokes back to the truck being cold and had to tell Mom the whole story when we get back. She handled it a lot better then I thought she would. My son still tells this story with the most serious face on him yet. At the time I was pretty freaked out and nervous about the whole thing but things turned out good yet.
To this day I still wish I would have gotten the guys names for helping us out and it only being a funny story now. If the guys in the white and green Rabger ever read this THANK YOU. I can't say enough about them for the help and thanks I have. It also made me become more obsurvant of the people around us and to watch to see if I can help out some day to someone else. Liek I said it was scary at the time with it being in March and 38 degree water temps but has turned into something that we laugh about now. Good luck to everyone this weekend and be safe. Yes my son now 6 is going Muskie fishing this weekend and hopefully No Big Fish pull him in the water this weekend:)
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Location: Hopefully on the water | 2 years ago up on Mille Lacs we head 4 boats out for a guys weekend. Out of the 4 boats we used 3 differfent launches on the lake. I was driving across the lake when the cell phone starts ringing and it is my brother in-law. I am thinking the lucky guy got a fish already. He tells me he may not be back on the water that day as his boat came off the trailor before hitting water. I asked if he needed help as we were about 1 mile away and could swing by to help. He said no. He did get back on the water later that day with some quick repairs. So later in the day we all get back to where we were staying and swapping stories. Come to find out one of the other boats with us did the same exact thing at one of the other launches. Then the 3rd boat ran out of gas 4 miles out. Luckily the weather was flat calm and theyused the trolling motor to get back taking turns running it and taking naps switching off. Well they got some gas and didn't want to put a ton of gas in with gas prices higher on the lake. Well they make it back to the launch and 1 person had to keep priming the bulb to keep the motor running to get it on the truck. While we didn;t catch anything that day I was hapy nothing happened out of our boat that day.
Another is when I took my 4 year lod out at the time Walleyte fishing on the Fox River in Depere. He was excited to go as was I. It was a great weather day and I had caught a couple of fish and he netted them for me no problem. My son says can I reel one in. So I hooked the next fish and handed the rodd off to him and he is fighting the fish great for a 4 year old. I got a good look at the fish being around 26" and reached for the net. My son saw the net and wanted to now net the fish. I thought no problem he had done weel before netting. So we are at the back of the boat and I am watching the fish and him. The next thing I know he floating down river with the net in his hand. I drop my rod to reach for him and can't reach him. So I reach for the longest rod I have in the boat and still can't can't reach him so I drop another rod and decided to go in after him. I got to him within seconds and now we are 20-30 feet away from the boat and start going towards the boat. I get grabbed by the back of the sweatshirt and 2 (VERY GRACIOUS GUYS) help him get into there boat and then myself. I was holding onto their boat while they were checking my son out to see if he is ok and they ask him what had happened. My son looks at the with a straight 4 year old serious face and says " We just had a huge fish on and it pulled me in the water it was so big" The 3 of us get a laugh out of it and they look at me and figured he was alright. So they take us to our boat and fishing is done for the day. Well I go to leave and pull up the anchor and there is a jug stuck to it. I bite the line and toss the jig into the cup holder and away we go. I am looking at the jig and start to realize it was my jig from my St. Croix avid Walleye rod and now look and see that 2 rods went into the drink that day. My son is cracking jokes back to the truck being cold and had to tell Mom the whole story when we get back. She handled it a lot better then I thought she would. My son still tells this story with the most serious face on him yet. At the time I was pretty freaked out and nervous about the whole thing but things turned out good yet.
To this day I still wish I would have gotten the guys names for helping us out and it only being a funny story now. If the guys in the white and green Rabger ever read this THANK YOU. I can't say enough about them for the help and thanks I have. It also made me become more obsurvant of the people around us and to watch to see if I can help out some day to someone else. Liek I said it was scary at the time with it being in March and 38 degree water temps but has turned into something that we laugh about now. Good luck to everyone this weekend and be safe. Yes my son now 6 is going Muskie fishing this weekend and hopefully No Big Fish pull him in the water this weekend:)
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Location: In a shack in the woods | where to start.
A couple years ago my grandpa and I were pike fishing and his bobber went down. He went to set the hook and burnt his line with a cigarette. We chased down the bobber with the boat to catch a little northern.
That same summer he also layer his rod down on the dock to go get more coffee. Wgen he came back down his rod was laying 6 feet out in the weeds. He dove in the lake and reeled in a 3lb northern.
Last summer I went out and got caught in a big storm. On my way back to shore in 5 to 6 foot rollers I lost my trolling motor. I heard a loud noise and looked back just as the cords disapeared off the back of the boat.
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Location: Ohio | Man, these are some #*^@ good stories, and better since no one was hurt. When I read the one about the little boy going in the Lake I cringed, but smiled from ear to ear when I knew the outcome. | |
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Location: McGuire AFB, NJ | Missing a few trips up north after joining the military I was excited to join my dad on one of our annual trips up North. It was a couple weeks after the opener in Wisconsin. I hadn't been on the boat in about a year and a half. Was in the back of the boat chucking away and decided to put my foot up on the bow. Well my father (a rather large man) decided to suddenly move at the front of the boat. Not really paying attention I lost my balance and went head first in the water with his brand new combo in my hand. He grabed me up and then asked me why in gods name I decided to do that. We spent an hour throwing crankbaits in the area before we finnaly snagged his rod and real.
My grandfather who had brought us all into the great world of musky fishing had slowly lost his abitlty to fish. We would take him out on the boat which he was barely able to get on. He had a tendency to fall asleep in the back of the boat with his line in the water. Well on one of his last trips on the boat he had a 99 cent spinner bait tied on and decided to take a lil nap. All of a sudden we hear him mumbiling something in the back of the boat. His rod was doubled over and we was like umm boys I think I got something. He produced his last musky, a 45'' hog. | |
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Location: So. Illinois | I have two stories that both involve being hooked:
1) Took my son out with his best friend the first year I started to fish for Muskie. We had been casting all morning and decided to troll to give eveyone a chance to eat some lunch. Rounding the first point, we hooked into a very aggresive 42". After putting the fish in the net, I was instructing the boys on how to handle the fish and the related dangers of getting hooked. As I reached in to unhook the fish, it somehow lunged straight up and impaled the back of my hand on the front hook with the fish being pinned on the back hook. I was able to gill the fish with the same hand allowing me to subdue the fish and relieve the pressure on the hook that was buried up to the hilt. As I held the fish, I instructed my son on how to cut the hook. Before he could get the cutters up to the hook, he cautioned that he didn't feel well and promptly passed out. His buddy helped him to a seat, then I asked him to cut the hook. Same thing, as he was getting ready to cut the hook got light headed and had to sit down. I was then left with the duty of trying to cut the hook with the muskie/hook in one hand and the cutters in the other. I managed to get the job done and the fish returned to the water as I watched the two boys regain their senses. It took alot of ribbing before I could get them to crack a smile and get back to fishing.
2. Very next week I took my wife and daughter out for a little muskie instruction. We started out the morning with a little safety lesson regarding the do's and don't of casting (know your surroundings, know where you are casting, know where other people are, always check your casting space, etc...). After the sort lesson, I then introduced my wife to a baitcaster and gave her some instructions on how to use it. Within about 30 minutes she was casting like a pro and I turned her loose to do some fishing. Just as I was getting ready to step up to the bow, I was in mid sentance to tell my wife to wait until I got clear, she hit me with a double 10 bucktail on her backswing and proceeded to rip my arm off. She embedded that 7/0 hook through a jacket, two shirts and my upper arm to the hilt. She looked at my arm and casually said that my jacket should be OK, not ralizing that she had turned my arm into the equivalent of a pin cushion. I made her put the rod down and help me get the jacket and shirts off. She then cut the hook and bandaged over the remaining barb so that we could get back to fishing. While we ate lunch, I iced my arm down for about 30 minutes and had her push the hook through. She did OK but my daughter (watching all this as she is eating lunch) got light headed / sick ending our day on the water.
That was 5 years ago, I have not been hooked since (thank god!!!)
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| I don't want to be one of those guys! But this has to be the worst day out on the water! Ever! This all happened in one day on the same trip to Rainy Lake. I went on a pike and smallie trip with a group of 10 guys.
Did I tell you that it all happened on the first day of the trip. We decided to all go to different lakes on flyouts.
Group one-2 guys go to a lake to catch bass and pike.My buddy O'c makes a cast and hooks my buddy mac in the forearm and decides to cast still.Burries all three barbs of a #5 mepps in him.They are stuck for 11 more hours until the pilot comes back.A few hours later my buddy o'c passed some gas that turned into lumps right in the boat.Made my buddy mac laugh.
Group two-3 guys go to a smallmouth/muskie lake. Bring a cooler filled with 50 or so beers,no water or gatorade. My brother-in-law was in charge of stocking the cooler and left the case of water on the dock. Did i tell you that it was one of the hottest weeks ever in canada that year.Temps reached 100 that day no clouds,BLUEBIRD day! Like idiots they drank every beer in the cooler and 2 of the morons went to the hospital later that night and were admitted for heat stroke.
Group three-3 guys went to a lake for pike and largemouth bass. My buddy don caught a small pike and went to grab the lure from its mouth as it shook and the lure got buried in his thumb past the barb! They couldn't get it out so they cut the hook and he fished the rest of the day with a hook in his thumb.He went to the hospital later that night with the other 3 morons.
Group four-2 guys got dropped off at there lake for a shot at bigger pike! The pilot left and said see you guys in 11 hours.Good Luck! As he took off we motored across the lake in our 14' boat with our 6hp and started slayin pike. We go to start the boat up to make that same drift over and u guessed it,Motor didn't start! We fished the rest of the day by the power of our self made trolling motor! Two plastic oars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So that was our day from hell! 4 out of the 10 spent there first night in a hospital in minnesota......... | |
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| I was fishing one of the mpls. lakes with a friend a couple years back. We were looking to get off the lake and thought we should try one more spot, this was next to a big beach. It was just after midnight when we saw what looks like a big fish eating in shallow waters, surfacing it's back out of the water. we started to through cast after cast at this fish. at one point a man on shore asked us what was in the water. we said maybe a big skie! after 10 cast each and the what we thought was a big fish moving along the beach with no hook up. We put down our rods and put a big light and drove the boat up to this thing in the water. at that time a man with a lighted sciba mask and in a black scuba suit gets up looking at us with a dumb look on his face. I guess he was try to find valuables from swimmers not knowing that there would be musky fisherman casting large top water lures with big hooks. My buddy said to me an the way to boat lunch that if hooked that guy it would be two more hours before we got off the lake after talking to park police. Thank god I did not hook this guy because I was thinking it was a big hog and ready to set the hook big time. Can't image a man comming out of the water if I hooked him.
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| I was fishing one of the mpls. lakes with a friend a couple years back. We were looking to get off the lake and thought we should try one more spot, this was next to a big beach. It was just after midnight when we saw what looks like a big fish eating in shallow waters, surfacing it's back out of the water. we started to through cast after cast at this fish. at one point a man on shore asked us what was in the water. we said maybe a big skie! after 10 cast each and the what we thought was a big fish moving along the beach with no hook up. We put down our rods and put a big light and drove the boat up to this thing in the water. at that time a man with a lighted sciba mask and in a black scuba suit gets up looking at us with a dumb look on his face. I guess he was try to find valuables from swimmers not knowing that there would be musky fisherman casting large top water lures with big hooks. My buddy said to me an the way to boat lunch that if hooked that guy it would be two more hours before we got off the lake after talking to park police. Thank god I did not hook this guy because I was thinking it was a big hog and ready to set the hook big time. Can't image a man comming out of the water if I hooked him.
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| I have to tell this story 3rd party, but I got a great laught out of it.
IN memory of Rick Meverden.
He was fishing the fox with a buddy, who suddenly got the urge to drop a deuce,
Rick had said, well, we'll troll to the landing, and I'll drop you off.
His buddy, with a frantic urgentness about him said NO, I have to go now!
they were mid-river near walnut st. bridge, so , his buddy takes his lunch out of his lunch box, I think it was one of those soft cases. and gets the job done on the spot. well, He decided it would be a good idea to toss the messy bag over the side of the boat, why I dont know. but, as luck would have it,
another boat came along right behind them, saw the floating lunch box, and picked it up! that boat quickly dis-carded the lunchbox back into the river.
I guess its one of those stories you had to hear directly from the mouth, but funny none-the-less | |
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