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| Fishing cornell flowage 2 weeks ago with my buddy and his son who wanted to try some small mouth fishing. This is how the evening started the kid was making some casts with his ultrta light and noticed the rod was split at the end we figured it was from riding in the back of the truck, he put the rod in the back of the truck along with a 20lbs propane tank. Ouch ya the tank rolled over it. Anyway I make my first cast with a home made walk the dog bait that I have been working on all winter (which has put 5 muskies in the boat so far this year) that I named the Reaper. And my AVid 7ft st. croix snaps just above the cork handle at the first eye. Then I begin to laugh it off saying she couldnt handle the Reaper. Anyway we go on to fishing now with 2 broken poles in the boat and and after a little bit decide to go to another spot. With three of us in the boat I had my frabill extended and hanging out the back of the boat we get to the next spot and the kids says do you have the net up by you, LOL I wanted to say Do you see it up here. You dont just hide a frabill in your boat. I figured the bag cought some weeds as we did go over a shallow bar that had weeds just below the surface. We went back and looked for a bit but never did find it. The following friday I stopped in gander mt Eau Claire to purchase another frabill and they were sold out. So I decided to go and look for my frabill again, I anchored my boat down on the bar and began to start wading threw the weeds in 2.5' of water hopen to come acrossed it, I couldnt beleive after only 5 min. of looking in my sandels I came across what felt like the net with my toes, there it was sunken in the mud. I was like a 6 year old that just opened his xmas gift and got a new daisy repeater bb gun LOL. I would like to say thanks gander mt. for letting me down again. Anybody else have a crazy story like this. And the st. croix is lifetime waranty getting a new legend. No I did not get any muskies that nite but was able to stik a 35" pike and the net still works!!! |
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Location: Marshfield, WI | My friend, Ryan, and I are fishing a river section that is wide enough to cast to shore on both sides with boat in the middle. He is using a 7.5" grandma. He has a fish hit on the first turn of the 8 but it gets off. We fish the rest of the river and fish our way back. Get back to the same spot and just as he makes the 8, fish hits, he sets, and the line breaks. He's really bummed about losing the bait in the fish. I told him it floats, let's look around for a few minutes. Just as we gave up, we hear a splash and we look over and see his bait come flying out of the water and land 6 feet up in a tree. A boat was boating by and asked "what the hell was that?" We get the bait back and within 5 minutes, he catches one on it.
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| I have all kinds of stories of Gander Mnt letting me down the last 3 years. Unless I need shoes or shorts or sweatshirts I shop elsewhere. Nothing but a glorifed dept store these days. Fishing and hunting depts are a joke now I may as well stop at a Holiday Station.  |
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| While camping with my wife I was making breakfast on shore and had my brand new HMX propped up in a 'Y' stick with a crawler out floating off bottom and my bail open. Soon I noticed my rod was missing. As a canoe passed by, I yelled out that I just lost my rod and asked if he would keep his eyes open for any mischievous snapping turtles. Ten seconds later he hooks a fish. After landing the 2 lb rainbow, he yelled out that it had another line in its mouth. I paddled out to him and grabbed the line but the line broke before I could try to locate whatever was on the other end.
After work the next day I bought a snorkel and fins, drove back to the lake, swam across, and found my HMX on my SECOND dive in 15 ft of water. Unbelievable. |
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Location: Palm Coast, FL | I had clients out fishing one morning. They had caught and released their second fish of the morning. Not too long after that I hear one of them yell fish on. I turn around to grab the net and it was gone. I had left it hang over the side of the boat on the last fish and when moving around it had fallen overboard. We hand landed that fish. About 30 minutes went by and they hook another fish that we also hand landed. Another half hour goes by and client yells out again, fish on! All of the sudden my net surfaces that he had just hooked! |
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Location: IGH Minnesota | On the duck hunting side, had a friend lose his Beretta Extrema 2. It slipping out of his unbuckled case strapped over his back while crossing a slough while everyone was hauling a bunch of gear. Long story short everyone joined hands and kicked their feet along the bottom and after nearly 200 yards of searching the gun was found.... dumb nice try is very lucky it was found. |
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| I was fishing a clear SE WI lake with two friends and in the midst of chatting it up I forgot to depress the thumb bar on my reel and casted a walleye/white tail pounder bulldawg. As you can imagine my leader broke bulldawg went sailing long and far into 17 fow. We looked for the lure for some time and gave up. A week later fishing the same lake I had a good idea where the bait might be so I went looking. As I was apporaching the area the sun popped out and the wind laid down flat as if a sign from above. While tooling along with the trolling motor I looked down and could make out a white curly looking something. I could tell it was a rubber tail lure but in 17 fow it looked to small to be my pounder. I dropped a bait down and with some playing around I hooked it and believe it or not it was my pounder and the remains of my leader. Couldn't believe it. |
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| I have been musky hunting with my buddy Jon since opening day last year. We are from the same hometown, but didn't really know each other back in high school. After noticing quite a bit of outdoor photos in his facebook feed, I reached out to say hello. We spent that winter talking muskies and sharing stories. Come spring, we decided to go out musky fishing. We've since become great friends and go quite regularly (fishing in the Musky Classic this weekend).
The point of telling the story of the past relates to my story in that it happened early on in our fishing adventures. In other words, I didn't know him very well when this happened...making for a tense situation.
I had brought a buddy up to join Jon and I on the water and things were going well. We were casting all variety of lures and Jon, the musky scientist, had suggested using his prized new (ish) Matrix colored Dadson Blade Bait. I threw is out and hooked into a log. Stupidly I just jerked and snapped the line. Now Jon is one to keep moving. Keep changing baits. Keep trying new spots. Never. Stop. Moving. As he realized his prized Canadian lure was in the drink and not attached to a rod, he got a little peeed. We spent about 20 minutes looking for the floating line to no avail. Finally we moved along in silence.
As we motored to the next spot, I got on my phone and ordered him a copy of one of my favorite books...Population 485 by Mike Perry. (http://www.amazon.com/Population-Meeting-Your-Neighbors-Siren/dp/0060958073) I told him it would arrive in a week and I'd pay him for the lure. Eventually we were back to joking around.
Fished several more hours when all of a sudden, I notice a green line attached to my bucktail. I instantly knew what this was as I realized we were in the spot we had been during the devastation of earlier. I handed the line to Jon and told him to pull it in. Sure enough, that beautiful marabou Dadson bait was on the end! We sure hooted and danced around the boat at the site of this beauty returning to us!
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crazy luck!!