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Location: DES MOINES, IOWA | MY LATEST IN A LONG LINE OF SCREW UPS HAPPENED LAST WEEK, I TOOK AN ELDERLY GENTLEMAN MUSKY FISHING, WHO HAD ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY IT. HE ACTUALLY WAS DOING AN EXCELLENT JOB CASTING THE SHORE USING MY TOPRAIDER, BUT WRAPPED IT AROUND THE LIMB OF A DEAD TREE THAT WAS PARTIALLY IN THE WATER. NO PROBLEM. HAPPENS TO BE A DOCK RIGHT THERE. SO I HAVE HIM HOLD THE BOAT ON THE DOCK, WHILE I GO GET THE LURE FROM SHORE. BEING THE WATER WAS REAL COLD, I DIDN,T WANT TO WADE OUT TO GET IT. SINCE I COULD JUST BARELY REACH THE LIMB, I DECIDED TO PULL IT BACK, AND SNAP IT OFF. ONLY PROBLEM WAS AS I PULLED IT BACK IT DIDN,T BREAK, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO LAUNCH ME INTO THE LAKE BEFORE I COULD LET GO.WATER WAS EVEN COLDER THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS. I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THE ELDERLY MAN WAS GOING TO LAUGH HIMSELF INTO A STROKE. WE DIDN,T CATCH A MUSKY, BUT HE SAID HE DEFINITELY WANTS TO GO AGAIN. IF THIS POST CAME UP BLANK TO BEGIN WITH ITS BECAUSE MY 70# LAB PUP COMES FLYING AROUND THE CORNER AND PLOPS HIS HEAD ON THE KEYBOARD TO BE PETTED, BEFORE I COULD EVEN GET STARTED. |
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Location: Davenport, IA | I have had lots of embarassing moments muskie fishing. I've fallen in the water more than than enough times. (luckily it was never cold) One time i was walking on a log trying to get a lure and slipped. One time i was trying to push the boat on the trailor and fell into the lake somehow. I can't forget the many times I've yelled loud enough for the whole lake to hear. Usually its when something bad happens. But sometimes its when something good happens. |
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Location: oswego, il | Mine was last years opening trip. I casted my lure and it got hooked on a dock. We motored up to it, I unhooked the lure and my dad hit the electric motor. As the boat swung around I put my foot out to push the back of the boat away. My dad hit the juice good just as I stuck my foot out and I just missed the dock. My foot went in the water and I was over the side of the boat. Water temps were about 45 degrees(march) and I had no intensions of going in. I flung myself backwards as my foot went in and I landed on my back hard in the middle of the boat. When that happened my foot went under the dock and my leg against the side of the boat acting like a lever. Why my ankle or leg did not break, I will never know. My foot turned black and I had a tingling knot on the side of my leg for a couple weeks.
Now the funny part. I could not get up from the bottom of the boat. I landed on a couple of lures and was hooked well in the seat of my pants to the boat carpeting! I was lucky to have insulated pants on that day otherwise a doctor would have had to dig hooks from my ass. |
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Location: Sheboygan Falls, WI | Fishing the Chip a few years ag o and I caught a duck. I like casting close to ducks, figure there might be a musky lurking close by. I just got a little too close, hooked her lightly in the side, the hook came out easily and she was back with the flock! |
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Location: Wausau/Phillips WI | The worst was when I was leaning over the boat to release a fish and I hooked myself on two suicks that were laying on top of my livewell. I somehow hooked myself in both the chest and lower belly with one of them and I couldn't stand up straight. Because the hooks penetrated thru my jacket, flannel shirt, and T-shirt I couldn't get a good enough look to cut the hooks out myself so I took my hook cutters over to the lady next door and asked for help. We're much closer now.
Another time I had my golden retriever with me and when I was bringing in a surface bait he went in after it. I couldn't lift him back into the boat so I went over to shore to get him back in. Everyone at that cottage got a nice chuckle out of it until my wet dog got excited from all the attention and knocked the guys wife over.
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Location: Washington, PA | Fishing stonewall lake a few years back. We had a friends boat that I had never been on before, well, the seats kinda slid onto the pedestal. I didn't realize that I not only once, but twice didn't put the seat on far enough, sending me twice into a back flip over the side of the boat. Very amusing. Somehow managed to catch my rod with my feet so that it didnt' sink to the bottom. |
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Location: Germantown & Land O Lakes WI | I was fishing a tourny on Lac Vieu Desert with my partner....I hooked a nice fat 39-40"er and we had it in the net along side the boat. My partner raidoed for a judge boat....well as the judge rig pulled along side ours, I went into the net grabbed the fish by the head and mid-section and all of a sudden he started flopping like a raped ape....you know the rest.....we never got that one registered. |
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Location: Pelican Lake/Three Lakes Chain | Many embarassing moments on the water, many when I was in the boat alone with no witnesses and will never admit too.
Last year fishing the Three Lakes chain I was fishing a weedline right in front of some docks. An older gentleman (probably around SWorrall's age) was sitting on his dock enjoying the evening watching me fish in front of his dock. I brought a fish up on a TopRaider right next to his dock. It waked all the way to the boat and ate the bait in the first turn of the eight. I wanted to get the fish under the water so I shoved my rod in the water and started to drag the fish around the front of the boat, so far a textbook fight and I am looking good for my audience...until I lead the fish right into the trolling motor. The fish wrapped around the troling motor a couple times and began fighting the trolling motor shaft, bouncing the motor all over. I must have had it stuck good because this went on for about 15-20 seconds while I tried to both hold the rod and pick up the troller at the same time. The real kicker came when the older gent on the dock asked me politely if he could offer some assistance. No I did not land that fish.
Funniest thing I ever saw in my boat was on Eagle Lake. I had just raised the biggest fish I had ever seen. One of those Eagle Lake supertankers. My boat partner, who shall remain nameless, must have gotten pretty excited over the fish because he forgot to push the button on his real on the next cast. The force of the bait trying to fly to its target ripped the rod out of his hands. The rod was balanced precariously on the side of the boat, but in his haste to grab it, Troyz (oops it slipped) kicked it in the drink. Not wanting to loose his new to this trip setup he lunged at the rod in the water and went a touch over his balancing point on the boat edge and joined his rod in the water. Making the whole site funnier was noticing that his rod and reel floated even better than he did. As he was trying to regain his composure in the water the rod and reel (and his can of chew) bobbed on the surface right along side of him.
Troy, now you don't need to post your most embarassing moment, at least I'm assuming that was it.
Edited by nwild 10/16/2003 11:49 AM
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| OK,
I'll bite.
You know I am always a gentleman, more than most musky guys. So I am mostly a polite guy, but when out fishing it's the same as being at a football game.
So anyway, I like to get breakfast before hitting the lake, eggs and pancakes. Well one day I was out on Lake X with Schram, and had convinced him to stop for the All American eggs/hashbrowns/pancake breakfast and I decide to get milk too, which I like but it has a certain gastrointestinal distress factor.
Well, we were out casting (I hesistate to call it fishing because we didn't see a dang fish all day), I am building up a little back pressure, wait for it to build a little more, and let go.
Crapped my pants 20 minutes from the boat landing. Wearing light-beige shorts. And of course, nothing to change into, on the boat or in the truck. Luckily it was somewaht warm, so I had him pull the boat to a shoreline and did the best rinse-out I could and fished in dirty shorts the rest of the day.
Steve Cady, I hereby challenge you to come clean now with your similar story. What's the best way to clean that stuff out of gore-tex bibs?
Later,
papa joe
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Location: Pelican Lake/Three Lakes Chain | Papa Joe,
The mental image--bad, humor--way good. |
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Location: Washington, PA | Wow, Papa Joe, I can honestly say I would have went home, and wouldn't have the balls to post it on the internet, lmao. |
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Location: Suspended | Laughed my arse off, thanks for sharing Papa Joe! |
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Location: Pewaukee, Wisconsin | Papa Joe, LMAO !!! Way funny. I am sure you are not the only one to wash out some shorts in the lake.
Some guys crap in the live well and have pictures of it !!! |
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Location: DES MOINES, IOWA | PAPA JOE. FUNNY STORY. MILK? ME AND THE SON HAD THE SAME PROBLEM FROM DRINKING LABLAT BEER FROM A KEG. NEXT MORNING ON THE LAKE WAS A NIGHTMARE. DON,T EVEN WANT TO GET INTO THAT STORY. BETTER TOLD UP AT GREENES IN NESTOR FALLS, WHILE DRINKING A COUPLE OF BLUES IN A BOTTLE. |
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Location: oswego, il | I wonder if the midge has a funny storey to tell. I casted a rod in the water this year. It was not a croix and was not sure if it would float so I made a quick grab. I had a croix come out of my hands as I put it in the holder a few years ago while trolling. Just as I set the rod my dad runs up into 4ft of water, heavy weeds and out came the rod before I could secure it. I dove on the motor but missed it. Luckily it floated. |
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Location: Rhinelander, Wisconsin | Back in my full time guiding days, (WAY long ago according to nwild) I had a couple clients who were lifer Navy gents. They made Commander while they were up fishing with me for a week, and were, to say the least, very happy about the promotion. They celebrated a bit excessively at Thiels that afternoon, so I knew I was in for a tough evening. Dave was tossing a topwater over the North shore breakline, and got a hit. It was a good fish, so I instructed him to be easy on her and turned to secure the gear in the front of the boat. I hear a splash, look back-----no Dave. He wore a HUGE cowboy hat, which was floating away on the surface. His partner was looking directly towards the bottom, laughing so hard he nearly went in himself. Seems Dave walked right off the back deck of my Esox into 10' of water. Dave is no where to be seen, yet the muskie is thrashing around on the surface in 4' of water. The boat was in 10', and after a few seconds or so, I took off my jacket and prepared to jump in to find my missing client. His partner says; " No, he's fine. Just wait a minute!" SO I do, but I am hollering like crazy for a guy I can't even see. ( I am, by this time, sure he is drowning) A few seconds later, he literally pops out of the water, WALKING towards the fish about chest deep. He had his rod, and still had the fish on. I manuvered the boat over, netted the now completely exhausted 45" muskie, and with no small difficulty, dragged Dave's drunken hinder, rod and all, back into my Esox. I retrieved his hat and took him in after CPRing the fish, and dried him out next to Bary's wood stove. Ask Barry Thiel. I have a picture of Dave in the water with his fish around here somewhere. Turns out the guy was a Seal. Literally, as far as I could tell. Another: I am guiding the World Famous Muppets from all over the country, but led by Big Bird out of Chicago. First day ever guiding these clowns, and I don't know anything about the group. I get to Bird's dock on Pelican, and go in to let them know I am ready. It is October, 45 degrees, and raining. I go back to the boat after being told Animal and Father O'Mally will be fishing with me that morning, and straighten out the gear. Down the dock comes Father, and with him some hairy Italian lunatic stark naked except for a pair of boots. I look, do a double take, and announce there is no Friggin way I am taking this guy out like that. Bird is watching from the cabin, is howling, and announces loudly ( no problem for him there) that if I wish to get paid, he goes fishing. He lasted about 15 minutes. I gave him my extra set of rain gear for the trip in, and suggested he keep the set. Easy to see why. I have a picture of Bird and I in my photo album with a Pelican Lake fish we caught one much later October day. I still see him in Chicago now and again, and every time wish for just a brief moment I was still a full time guide. Better clients and friends a guide can't hope for, the Muppets. They were famous up here for awhile for entering bars in the late Fall where the owner had suet bags in the windows for the birds, and would go out, strip to their green undies (No idea where those came from, something to do with the Muppet theme, I guess), put on a pair if 'dick nose' glasses, and peck at the suet bags. Just plain normal guys out to have a good time Muskie fishing. I could write a book.  |
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Location: DES MOINES, IOWA | STEVE, MUSKY HUNTER HAS THERE OWN BOOK NOW "THE GREATEST MUSKY STORIES EVER TOLD". MUSKIEFIRST COULD DO THERE OWN TITLED "CRAP HAPPENS MUSKIE FISHING", AND START OUT WITH PAPA JOE,S STORY. WITH EVERYONE CONTRIBUTING STORIES, IT WOULD DEFINITELY SELL. JUST THE FEW STORIES THAT WERE SUBMITTED WERE GOOD, AND I KNOW THERE ARE MANY MORE OUT THERE. JUST A THOUGHT. |
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Location: Rhinelander. | well was not on the water but this year at the p.mt.t . at the cave. Friday night was not one of most brilliant moments and oh god saturday morning was a b----, never pull that again.
Darn kentucky water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON |
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| I'm not gonna tell any of mine...
But I will tell ya when I laughed the hardest....
Early this year at the Shelbville PMTT we had one of the most miserable days (PMTT guys will agree) It was cold, windy, rain off and on....nasty stuff. To top it off it seemed everyone was catching fish except for us on a incredible trolling bite. The Midge decided he had enough and wearing ski goggles he covered the rest of his face by zipping up his jacket. The only thing protruding out was his nose so he could breathe. The little guy leaned back put his feet up and started to nap.... A few minutes later he looked up and muffled " I's thhink aww biwd jus sit on my face... "A bird just sat on your face?" I said and turned to look at him.... Nope it didn't sit it pooped directly on his nose....White liquid on the only spot of skin showing! I direct hit! I'm laughing again just thinking about it and must have laughed for an hour straight.
Yep, I fish tournaments just for the money!
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Location: oswego, il | Steve, do i gather your guide business was called "nude charter service"?;-)
Have another story. Back when I was married, we went to table rock lake to fish for a week. One evening four of us went out in the boat, we pulled up to the spot and my insides told me it was time to find the closest bank and quick! We did, which ended up being an extrmely steep bank. It's octobermind you and I scaled it faster than a chipanzee and sprayed my business. Well, it was pretty funny to the others and as we motored awayI seen why. Not alot of leaves on those trees and I was not hidden from anyones view. |
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Location: Northwest Chicago Burbs | Damn, now mine dont seem too bad. Thanks boys!
I think the best for me, one of the best at least, and there have been a few good ones, was what Luke and Boron like to refer to as the "Freddy Flintstone Waltz": Its tadition that me and Boron fish the weekend of my birthday out on Webster, but in my overzealous helper attitude on the boat, I always seem to play un-hooker of fish (rarely mine it seems) and sucker boy. SO, 3 years ago me, Luke and Boron are all fishing out of Boron's old 16ft. Starcraft (skinny assed boat, but a beauty....we had more fun out of that then the fiberglass rockets we fish now), and I'm playing sucker boy. A sucker needs adjustment, and unlike a smart person who moves slowly and carefully in a rocky boat, I try to do my 240lb Jewish Stealth Ninja imitation by crossing from the middle rod locker, right onto one seat, then to another.....to say the least my 3 step move becomes about a 7 footed stumble! My shin goes square into the aluminum gunnel at full speed, I bend straight over at the waist til my forehead is about 2" from the water's surface and then STOP there. So I've got Boron and Luke stairing at me bending over like a reverse fish hook staring straight into the water, and all I can yell is "OUCH!!!!" as blood starts to roll down my leg.
Other idiot moves I have done:
-crapping over the side of the boat on the chain at 7:40AM, with a outhouse that I didnt know of about 20yards from me.
-running into the ONE no-wake buoy on Lake Kinkaid not once but TWICE after tying one on a bit too hard with Dan Baque, CPainter, and Billy Buechner the night before.
-and my all time favorite (though not on the water) has to be when I rammed a gas station island with my old trailer, bending the tongue a full 30 degrees, but then driving 175 miles more on the interstate while being able to see 1/2 my rig in the rearview mirror.
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Location: DES MOINES, IOWA | I had read an article about using a large pickle bucket to hang all your lures so when your fishing they aren,t scatteresd all over the deck of your boat, and handy to get at. I get out on the lake, decide its going to be a bucktail day, and proceed to hang 10-12 of my favorite bucks on the bucket, and it is really cool. I actually can walk around a lure free deck barefoot. So, of course I am bragging to my son about how cool this is, and he doesn,t have one. We get done fishing our first spot, and head out to our next spot, and about the time I hit 55mph that pickle bucket goes airborne, and I watch all my favorite bucks end up in the lake. I personally didn,t see the humor in that one, but my son laughed most of the day.
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Location: Des Plaines, IL | I don't think it was the "water" Don! I think it was thoses "Stinky Beavers" you were gulping...heee heee heee!
As for my most embarassing moment....naaaaaaa I can't!
Edited by muskygirl2000 10/27/2003 11:06 PM
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Location: Racine, Wi | Now that the bar has been set, I suppose I can pipe in and tarnish my ever gleaming image.
My buddies and I always find our way up north in June of the year. We always stop in Stevens Point on the night before for some fun luv'n college reliving. The reason we stop here is, that is as far as any of us are willing to drive after consuming a few libations. Anyway, we were at one of the local establishments and I spied this lovely looking woman. (At least I thought she was) Maybe what happened next was a sign. I was chatting with the lass as my cohorts partied on. It was crowded, so I figured that if I let one fly, nobody would notice. So as I was relieving some pressure, a little too much pressure was exuded. When I realized what I had done, (somehow this tends to happen when light weight kaki's are the garb of choice?) I yelled to my buddie across the bar, "BILL, I CRAPPED MY PANTS!" We all started laughing, and I checked out the back side of my pants. Sure enough, a nice wet one. I looked back to see that the lovely lady didn't stick around to offer any advice.
Picky women.
Thankfully, I have friends willing to forget these things. Or not.
They now refer to me as Mr Poopy.
What pride I have.
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| Ahh, gotta love those Stinky Beavers. |
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Location: Eagan, MN | There was the time I was hand landing a high 30's fish that I had just caught on a quick strike rig. Fish decided it wasn't quite ready to make my aquaintance, gave a good head shake and impaled my right middle and ring fingers on one of the trebles. Quick strike is right!!! The other treble was still in the fish, which was suddenly looking much greener than I had estimated. Somehow, I managed to keep the fish in the water while controlling it w/ my left hand, and used my trolling motor to get to a nearby dock where a very stunned gentleman helped me get the hooks out of the fish. He even drove me to the hospital where the doctor had to call the maintainence guy to bring up some bolt cutters to get the hooks out of my fingers.
Then there was the time I caught a great blue heron on a jackpot. All kinds birds always give jackpots a second look, but I could tell right away this one was definitely zeroed in on it. I alternated between stopping the lure hoping the bird was lose interest, and cranking like a madman just trying to get the lure away from it. Little did I know, that stop and burn action was the perfect retrieve for triggering great blue heron strikes!!! Anyway, bird gets hooked and I started cranking it in (what else was I supposed to do?) All the time I'm wondering exactly what I'm going to do once it gets to the boats. Luckily, about half way in the jackpot falls out of its mouth, er um, beak. Just goes to show the jackpot is a great bait. |
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Location: Athens, Ohio | LOTW this year's outing, I was sooo proud to have caught a muskie on a figure 8. I started 8-ing more. Water was a bit green and I didn't see the fish until I ran my rod tip right into the side of it's head! oops. It just looked up at me like "Why did you do that?" m |
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