your funniest stories

[scottw]

my last post made me think it might be good to hear your favorite funniest fishing stories

I was telling the SWE guys that I had some great stories from a certain local spot and this was probably the funniest:

a buddy and I were fishing on some rocks off the shore line but in close proximity to public view...as we plugged a large number of tourists showed up behind us and were watching us as we fished...I looked over to see where my friend was and he was not where I'd previously seen him and as I looked back and forth to try to locate him he reemerged from behind the rocks and I was relieved that he hadn't fallen and injured himself... he immediately began swinging his rod around and flailing in bizarre casting motions as though he was casting and reeling in fish, it was at this point that I realized he was completely naked except for his fishing pole, he was always unpredictable and he'd apparently decided that it would be hilarious to put on a "show" for the tourists that were watching him fish...I fell down laughing as he kept this up for quite some time, a friend of ours who knew we'd be there had stopped out and was standing near the tourists and caught all of their comments as they watched in disbelief...it was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen and still makes me laugh when I think about it...

[Tunacell]

This story happened about 4 years ago.

My family and I where on vacation down in Hatteras during the first couple weeks of August. We never really did much in the way of surf fishing down there because there, like here, they are in a summer doldrums of sorts. So we went mainly for the offshore fishery. Now for a fishery within driving distance (13 hrs) Hatteras offers some pretty good billfish action that time of year with shots at sails, white marlin, and blue marlin along with the assortment of tunas, wahoo, and mahi.

The first day out was a complete bust. A lone scrawny wahoo was the reward for an asskicking and enduring the heat. Well in between trips we meet a guy from somewhere in the midwest, I don't remember where. He tells us how he's wanted to go offshore in Hatteras for years, but never gets arround to booking a trip. So we invite him along for round two because he claims he fishes the Great Lakes all the time for walleye in a "three foot chop" and that he can handle the Gulfstream.

If you have ever been to Hatteras you know something about the seas there, they are almost perpetually huge. A calm day is 5-6ft, and going out in 10-14ft is the norm. Against our better judgement, we bring him along.

The morning starts off great, the day calls for excellent conditions and calm seas. Perfect. The mate undoes the lines and we're off. About 15 minutes later the boat just clears Hatteras inlet and Walleye jumps up and pukes over the side in one fluid motion. He procedes to do this a good 4 times during the hour long ride to the billfish gorunds. Fan-freaking-tastic.

We finally get there, and Walleye isn't doing so well but he looks like he's going to stick it out. 20 min of trolling and we get a knock down. Chaos insues as we all try to comprehend the mate's orders in a thick Carolina drawl over the sound of the idling deisel. To my dad and I this is nothing new, all part of the experience, part of the fun even. Not to Walleye who is dumbfounded by the intensity of what is going on arround him.

A couple of minutes later we catch and release our white marlin. A few minutes after that we loose a sail boat side. Shortly after that we hook into another white marlin. Half way through fighting the fish I look up and notice that all 20 or so of the boats arround us are backing down on a billfish. An epic occurance in the waters of Hatteras.

In the mean time Walleye has thrown up a few more times and then announces he has to take a shit. O.K so he hits the head. The captain climbs down the latter and consults us and the mate as to how he's doing. My dad and I are truely worried about this guy, he had thrown up far more than I thought humanly possible and was this unreal gray-green color. Morally speaking, we had to call it quits.

The mate is absolutely outraged, completley pissed at Walleye. As he should be this was the making of the best day of billfishing in the entire season. So Capt radios another boat asking if his mate can come and fish, boat says yes, and Mate has a moment of elation. Now boat number two gets within 150 feet, Mate apologizes to me and my dad for Walleye (still don't get that one) jumps overboard, and swims the 150ft. I'll add now that Mate also had brought along his 13 year old cousin from out of town who refused to swim and was abonded with us two guys and the invalid.

Capt now convinces us to troll for another half hour sans mate. Walleye meawhile is flat on his back on the floor of the salon, eyes closed, and barely breathing. My dad asks me if he's still alive, and I swear to the 8.3 lb lord baby jesus I couldn't tell. At this point we figured what the hell, if he's dead he's dead, there's no point in rushing a corpse to the mainland, mind as well stay and fish.

Minutes late we take the lines in and head home. Walleye feels much better, thinking it had alot to do with the tension between him and mate. I think he may have been right. The next day we find out that every boat out there got at least five bills, several of them getting grandslams.

[Elpaca19]

Tuna,

That is amazing. I would have been so mad at him and request he pay for the whole charter since he ruined it.

[cchobot]

Originally Posted by Elpaca19

That is amazing. I would have been so mad at him and request he pay for the whole charter since he ruined it.

Tough call here... He did do his part by thoroughly "chumming" the water

[arden]

lol tuna, been on both ends of that one....mind you seas were 15-20 when i was on the chumming end....but in my case i allways knew what i signed up for and as such i would never dream of even letting them go home, despite how close to death i felt. suck it up, be a man, and try to remember that at least if you go back to the dock with fish you can take some pictures and pretend u werent hideing all day lol


on another note, i know there is limited space on boat decks but the last place that great laker should have been is inside, keep him on the deck, when u have a fish on shove the rod in his hand, he'll feel better if only for a little bit

[turbodgto]

Fishing off the bridge in warren and some drunk comes flying around the corner and smashes into a bunch of construction cones. I look to see him barreling down on me. I whip my legs up and lie flat to keep from falling into the water. He smashes into the wall and scrapes half the length of the bridge.

Then he just kept driving. 1/2 a second away from death/paralyzed.

[Tunacell]

Originally Posted by arden

on another note, i know there is limited space on boat decks but the last place that great laker should have been is inside, keep him on the deck, when u have a fish on shove the rod in his hand, he'll feel better if only for a little bit

We tried to keep him outside but he kept cralling back in. Plus what you said about landing fish is spot on. Every sea sick person I have ever seen is magically cured by a landed fish (at least temporarily). Walleye wanted none of that. It's too bad he was really a nice guy.

*And a quick note, he also made mention of how he makes his kid stick it out if he's ralphing out on the lakes. Needless to say he went home with a little more understanding.

[nrrw]

One day late last fall I was fishing the rocks along the sea wall in Narragansett. There were small schools of fish moving down the shore line fairly fast, only time to catch 3 or 4 fish per school. I was standing on a bouldler just off shore casting out when out of no where a 6"swimming shad went over my head. When I turned around to see what was going on anohter fisherman had set up on a rock about 20 ft behind me but only about 5 ft to the side. As I made another cast and hooked up the other guy cast again and snaged the bottom. For about the next 10 minutes he pulled and pulled on the lure trying to free it up, going as far as to walk down the shore a little to get a different angle on it to pull. As I caught a few more fish I had to laugh a little that this school would soon pass and this guy was still going to be hard on the bottom. He finally broke the line as I wondered off the rock since the fish had moved on. As I walked psat I gave him a little smile and wished him luck. I was thinking the the fishing gods were trying to tell him something about etiquette but I don't think he got it.

[vanstaal]

A couple of years ago I hookup on a school of fish @ black point I mean really decent fish with some small mixed in,and all alone well I managed to get this second 25# or so in and I turn around not 4' away this guy is standing there with a little dog under his arm and a pole as I make my way up the rocks to get the plug out of the fish I look this guy is perched on the very rock I just left to start bottom fishing with his little dog and his white pail , Well the yelling starts and he doesn't understand English of course, finally he moved and I started fishing again only to hook up on a schoolie as I reached down for the fish he jumps and I get the center hook buried in the side of my hand well now WTF
now I have two fish on the rocks to carry a hook in my hand and the pole to carry I thinking I look up @ the guy He has a smile from ear to ear on him as I relinquish the rock he jumps on it a begins fishing luckily for me two nice kids were walking and they help me carry the fish out. But I was thinking if I didn't yell @ this guy would that of happened ? still makes me laugh.