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By: The Flats Pack Winner is… « Fishing Jones

The Flats Pack Winner is… « Fishing Jones — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 14:14:45 +0000

[...] 2009 July 8 tags: flats pack, misery index, Simms Fishing, skunk hour by Pete McDonald Great to read about other peoples’ episodes of misery on the water. Lots of lost gear, hooking trucks, bad weather, carp infections and embarrassment. I thought Alex [...]

By: John Montana

John Montana — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:58:49 +0000

Picture a 12 year old on his first ice fishing trip with his dad. They drag the ice house on sleds out to a group of fisherman huddled over holes at 3 in the morning. The father sets up, stokes the blast furnace with some pellets and strips down to some bermuda shorts and steps outside telling everyone how “hot” he is and instantly making enemies of the 10 or so odd fisherman bundled up against the wind. Minutes later, his 12 year old son hooks what must be a monster Lake trout. The rod plunges and the kid gamely fights the unseen beast, staring into the dark hole hoping for a glimpse of the fish. His excited dad rushes out into the cold claiming a battle of epic proportions occuring within the warm and cozy confines of the ice house. Minutes pass that seem like hours and the 12 year old lunches, pulls and reels the the monster up from the depths, but instead of a huge lake trout, he finds a tangle of fishing line connected to one of the laughing crowd outside in the cold. Amongst the tangled line is a small zip lock bag, complete with a note scribbled hastily on a coffee receipt. The message…”sorry charlie.”

By: Dave

Dave — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 22:40:52 +0000

A group of buddies and I booked a Rock Cod trip out of Morrow Bay.
The weather was looking down but we decided to go anyways.
The trip was for a Half day so if the fishing was bad we weren’t going to lose
out on much.
We start the trip out with 3-5 feet in swells. Not to bad but as the morning went on
the swells grew and grew. Fishing in 5+ ft swells became difficult if not impossible as
our bait and lines were moving up and down very quick instead of hanging out at level location.

The boat started to head in as the weather was turning for the worst and people stopped fishing and started throwing up.
When we got close to the dock I noticed something that I have never seen before.
I have never seen the bottom of the ocean floor from the dock of a fishing boat
except for that day.
Each time the swells went out I could see the ocean floor.

So with the ocean moving so much we had no choice but to move back out
to the nearest bait barge.
From the bait barge we escorted by the coast guard on a little dingy two to three
people at a time to the dock.

I say by far this has to by my worst fishing experience.

Kern Fishing

By: Murray Buck

Murray Buck — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 01:08:51 +0000

Here it is, it’s been fishing season for a month and I’ve wet a line once…and that was a hook and worm (shame on me!). So my loving wife says ,”Let’s take a few days and go down Margaree way and fish a bit, you need the time fishing!” Not being a fool I readily agreed. For three days I fish my big white butt off…5 or 6 parr and a couple of very small brookies, but it was just being out on the water that counts right?!?! So the bad part of it? The wife catches 10 / 11 inch trout every day like they were paid to bite her hook. I tried to explain that bait fishing doesn’t count and that we weren’t competing. To which she replies,” How come when you fish down South with Mark (best friend) you always compete?” Women just don’t understand that bass fishing in Florida aint fly fishing in Nova Scotia…and I have to live with ,”I catch more than you do!”

By: Cory Zurcher

Cory Zurcher — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:17:30 +0000

35 degrees F 30 mph wind out of the east and a light rain. NO fish biting NO fish caught. River up a foot and did I mention 4 cold fonts in 2 days and another on the way. Oh by the way, stopped at a greasy spot for breakfast and it caused a colitis flare up. Other than that it was a great day.

By: Oatka

Oatka — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:00:09 +0000

Just last week, on the mighty Genesee River, I hooked into a carp. I fought that beast for 40 minutes until I finally landed it. In the commotion of landing it, I got either stuck by something or bit by the carp. Later that night at a family function, I did the traditional hug and kiss greeting with all my family members. Unknown to me, I had been infected with some deadly bug, and then through civilized cheek kissing I passed it on to all my family members, who have all died because of me. As I write this, I can feel my airway constricting and my heart rate increasing….I fear I wont make it long enough to receive my prize.

Those darn carp!!!

By: Steve

Steve — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 13:49:45 +0000

I have a story of one busted fishing trip. It’s just too long and horrible to put in a tiny comment post. Got lost, forgot my rod, no hits (note: no fish on the stream), and a bunch more. I wrote about it on my blog, you’re welcome to check it out…

http://hatchesmagazine.com/blogs/headedout/2009/06/25/one-busted-fishing-trip/

By: Doug

Doug — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 18:11:25 +0000

4 day, 3 night trip to the boundary water canoe area on the Minnesota/Canada boarder. 5 hour canoe and portage trip to camp. No campfires because of fire restrictions. 8 hours a day in a canoe on crystal clear water and abundant wildlife. Beautiful weather (except some wind on day 3), didn’t keep track of the bass we caught, 2 beautiful northern pikes…which tasted very yummy for dinner. Bear in camp ripped up our water containers. Why was this my worst fishing trip? No walleye! C’mon, what does a guy have to do?

http://www.rodandriflerag.com/

By: Erdo

Erdo — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 23:27:07 +0000

On one of my better days on the water, I somehow did the two things I do most often at the same time. Out fishing with my brother, away from civilization, I fell in on a cold, windy, October day. Completely soaked, I realized that I had just lost cell phone #10 (now 14) to fishing. After my bro had a good laugh at my current state and my cell phones we decided to head back to my old car to warm up and head home. Arriving back at the car, I realized I also locked the keys in the car for the 4th time while fishing. After really hearing it from my bro, we had to walk to the nearest town to randomly ask a stranger to use their cell phone. We looked like we had been through hell and it was pitch black out. Luckily, the first person willingly helped us. Since then, it’s a running joke to ask me about my phone or car keys while fishing. I just shake my head and fish on.

By: Phillip Reid

Phillip Reid — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:38:19 +0000

I was fishng the wonderful Davidson River early one morning before the “clan of fly fisherman” arrived or so I thght. I got to my spot near the Hatchery Bridge. Was leaned against the ol log and suddenly, bam ou of no where as I was watching about 6 other fishermen coming into the water the biggest fish I have seen on that river hit mt size 20 midge….jumped out of the water trying to shake the hook, the fish was a big brown about 20 inches or more……suddenly some guy says,”looks like you got a big one, can I help you land him?” Sure, cause I knew I had to go easy and I would have never landed by myself…..he eased on the water came up on the fish, one, two, three, four times, lowered his net as I grinned and SNAP!, my 6x tippet gave way……he looked at me like “what the h… did you do, then I looked at him like what the h…. did you do. We both laughed and said well….that didnt go so well did it. Then, he said, I guess if you had any experience we couldve landed that fish, after 10 yrs experience, I looked as though my candy bar had been stolen after hearing that and proceeded to get pissed, suddenly I stepped and my felt had came off the boot I stepped with and under I go, it was about 40 degrees outside and water extremely cold! He then proceeded to say, do you not have felt on, I just climbed out of the water and went to the car with my head hung low and a pissed off attitude to follow. Later, I learned of someone catching the Brown I lost, it measured about 24 inches. Then, he wins the outdoorship competetion, the the fly fishing contest in Cherokee and so on………..