Thread: Fish stories

Just in case you don't know the difference between a fairy tale and a fish story, a fairy tale always begins, "Once upon a time," and a fish story always starts, "This ain't no sh!t, but---". Anyhow, this ain't no sh!t, but I got into a bite of reds a few days ago and got hooked up to a big 'un that took me all the way around the octi and, naturally, I eventually got tangled with somebody, and, of course, it had to be braid, so I had to let pressure off my fish while we sorted it out to keep from being burned off. The other fisherman was real nice about it and ended up cutting his own line to set me free.

In the meantime, the fish had headed north up along the pier, so when I got free, I hurried as much as I could to catch up with him with lots of, "Coming down the rail!" and "Over you" and "Under you" until I got off the octi and started up the pier. That's when I encounter a couple of prizewinners who had six rods in the water with curls of slack line hanging everywhere. One of them looked at me, then at the big redfish which was swimming on top, and said, "Hey, you're gonna tangle our lines." No crap. I did my best to get through with absolutely no help from them, but the fish made spaghetti out of all those lines and happily dove under the pier to break me off while the other of the two idiots told me "You've got to control your fish." I wound in my loose line, grumbling about unattended rods and was informed that I should have stood my ground and made the fish go where I wanted it to.

In a situation like that, I wish I was cool enough to think of saying something like, "And how are you enjoying your stay on our planet?" or "What color is the sky where you come from?", but all I could think of was a familiar phrase involving male cattle and fecal matter. It's kind of funny, looking back on it, and if I'd been watching it happen to somebody else, it would have been pathetically funny, but what are the odds of two such ignorant, inconsiderate idiots finding each other and then finding a place to get in my way. The scary thing is that they probably vote and have children.

Good fishing, everybody, and be careful, because they are still at large.

Oh pocket knives do wonders.

Haywire,

Had just a little adult liquid medicine and checked the forum prior to dinner.

Dad gum if you aint got a gift with the words.

And that aint no chit. Thank you man.

Jeb's got it right though, a sharp knife is all that's needed.

Flea

I remember my run from the T to the end fighting a cobia two spring ago. That fish was truly a team effort.

Ya gotta like o'le George,ain't scared to tell ya like it is......