To: Just My Opinion who wrote (54 ) 6/15/1998 8:30:00 PM From: Sawtooth Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 192
Hey, great thread. Sure a nice diversion after burning my brain out studying all the technogarbel on the Qcom, et al, "serious" threads. I'm tiiired of serious! My wife says trolling or side-over jigging is like being in jail, except you have a chance of drowning. (I know she didn't make this up but she repeats it constantly. I told her if she keeps repeating that, I'll make chum out of her. She doesn't know what chum is, so I don't have to worry about getting thrown over the side!) True story (I'm serious!) - We were fishing at a large lake that has an abundance of good fish; walleyes, northerns, trout, salmon, panfish, ... . One of the guys we had brought along had hardly ever fished before. He somehow manages to snag a skinny stick about 2 1/2 feet long; all waterlogged and slimy. One of the other guys yells out, "Hey, nice catch! Those babies ain't got much meat on 'em but they're mighty tasty!" The newby's grinning from ear to ear about his catch while he's reeling it in; right up to the point that he pulls the stick out of the water. You can see the look on his face change from near elation to a "what the #@%*!"-type look, almost like watching a slow motion movie. It was hilarious!!! Another amazing story (absolutely true; happened to me)- I'm fishing in the same lake. Early spring; so early we woke up with snow on our tents the next morning. The other guys haven't arrived yet so I have just bare minimum tackle; an open face reel with maybe 4 lb. test line from the last time I was out. No other gear. I throw my line in and go up shore to set up my camp. Have one of those little bells attached to my rod tip to tell me if I get a bite. All of a sudden that bell starts ringing so hard I didn't recognize it as the bell at first. Wondered, "What the #(@*% is that noise?" Looked at my rod just in time to see that bell go flying about ten feet in the air. The rod tip's bent over to the water and the line's slipping through the drag at a ferocious pace. I go runnin' down to my rod just as it's starting to be pulled into the water. "What the $%#^& is on this line?", I'm wondering. I reel in to see a huge northern pike >----:) at the end. I have no net so I finagle that baby as close as I can to shore, jump in the water and swoop that northern with my arms up onto the shore; over and over as it tried to wriggle and flop back into the water. A true miracle that the line didn't break. (Thank you, God!) Now I've got a beautiful northern pike that I lay across the back of my vehicle. That fish was almost as long as my Chevy Caprice was across the trunk. Oooh; I'm hungry now after all that work! So I get the charcoals burning as I fillet that cold-water northern with a little steak knife I was able to scrounge out of my tackle box. Talk about hard work! That fish was deeelicious! It was just done cooking as the rest of my buddies pulled into camp. We had a tremendous feast on that 13 pound pike; light, big snow flakes falling around us. I usually prefer fresh walleye to fresh northern but in that icey-cold April lake water, nothing could have beaten the firm white flesh (nothing in the fish world anyway!) of that northern pike sauteed' in butter and pepper! Anyway, thanks for inviting me to your "fish tails" thread. The stories I just told you are true. I'll bring some fresh, smelly BS next time! Regards. ; )