What is your craziest fishing story?

[Biglittle8]

Some of these stories made me laugh out loud. Something strange did happen to me just a few days ago... I was fishing a golf course pond with great intensity, when all of the sudden I see something orange swimming towards me...it was a giant Koi goldfish. I mean that thing had to be 3ft. And fat as butter. I guess maybe someone's koi pond flooded during a hurricane.

 

 

 

 

 

[Bankbeater]

I was reminded of this by a friend.

About 7 or 8 years ago I was fishing on this pond.  One side of the pond backed up to some thick woods, and the other side was against a very large field.

I was fishing on the wooded side, and had my spinning rig propped up against a tree while fishing with the bc reel.  All of a sudden I start hearing whistling sounds behind me.  I look around and nothing is there.  The whistle stops after a couple seconds and I go back to fishing. 

It happens two more times, and I'm starting to get rattled.  I know this area, and I have fished this pond a lot over the years.  I don't know of anything that would be making that sound in these woods. I pick up my gear and start walking around to the other side of the pond that is open.  From that side I can see all of the wooded side.

I'm about 1/2 way around and I hear that whistling again. This time I can tell where it's coming from.  It's the wind blowing through the holes in my spinning reel spool.

[fishingtx]

I went up to visit some friends in highland park fishing turtle creek with fishing a black blue senko. I make a cast  to the opposite bank when a mallard drake jumps into the water. The drake ends up eating the senko. About 20 minutes later I made a cast parallel to the bank next to some Canada geese n the shoreline. One goose just takes a swift fast lung at the worm and swallows it. I didn't know what to do it was goose season but did I kill it in front of lots of people? I ended up reeling it in to get as much of mine line back as possible and cut the line. I promise you if there wouldn't have been so many people around that goose would be in my freezer.

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[TheBasslayer]

Once, I was fishing a Jerkbait for bass around 2 years ago. The guy right next to me was fishing a bluegill head on a pretty small rod. He hooked something big, but since his line was pretty small, it broke off. About 10 minutes later, I felt my Jerkbait hook something big. I reeled it in, and I saw my Jerkbait snagged the guy's line, and attached to the line was a big snapping turtle! I got the guy's hook out of the turtle, and I luckily got my Jerkbait back. I have a picture, but I need to upload it to my computer tonight. I have only been fishing for about 4 years, so that is my craziest story.

[RenzokukenFisher]

This is a long one:

 

Once I was out bank fishing a small lake with a buddy of mine and we were getting absolutely worked by the fish. We threw everything and the kitchen sink at them for a good 6 hrs without a lick of luck. The only 2 bites I had the whole six hours resulted in 0 landed fish and 2 stolen senkos. Eventually I got so bored of not catching anything I started goofing around pitching my senko at bullfrogs that were soaking up the sun on surface weeds. I did this to about 3 or 4 bullfrogs who just kept on sitting there minding there own business. Its was the 5th bullfrog that was different. I put my senko a little in front of him and danced it on by and he didn't move an inch, but the second it got behind him he lept into the weeds and was gone. About a second after that though I felt a tug and noticed my senko had disappeared so I gave it a set. Next thing I know I'm reeling in the bullfrog! I flip him onto the bank and start yelling at my friend that I caught a frog and as I do the bullfrog gets of the hook and plops in the water. By the time my friend looks over the frog is long gone and he just stands there acting like I'm joshing him or something.  I genuinely was not expecting a bullfrog to eat a senko, in my mind I was just doing pitching practice. He was a solid 1lb frog and was very lightly hooked so he was unharmed.

 

What's funny is that isn't even the best part of the day. That came another hour later, still with 0 fish landed. My friend and I had made our way onto a dock that had multiple sections so we split up to cover both sides of the dock to fish. We walked up and down our sides of the dock casting and just praying we wouldn't end the day with a skunk. While fishing I hear my friend start swearing and complaining about how bad something stinks on his side of the dock. I make a couple casts not thinking much of it, I thought maybe he was overreacting to the smell or something because I didn't smell a thing. Sure enough when I head over to switch sides with him I get a whiff of the nastiest smelling otter poo i have ever smelt and I immediately turn around swearing and waving my arms around. In that moment I had completely forgot about fishing, and was thinking about how funny the whole situation was when I then heard a topwater blowup. Turns out when I had turned around on the dock in reaction to the smell, I had lowered the arm my rod was in enough so that my brush hog unknowingly landed in the water by the dock since there was about 3ft of line out from my rod tip. While I'm over here escaping this otter poo gas cloud, my brush hog happened to just plop right in the water and apparently a resident bass found it appetizing. Just the sound of the blow up alone caused my arm to instinctively set the hook, I didn't even need to think, and when I did I already had a fish on. Both my friend and I could not believe what just happened. The fish was only about 2lbs but it was probably the funniest catch I've had to this day. 

 

What makes this so crazy to me is the 7hours that went by doing every single thing I could to catch a bass and i just plain couldn't. But when fishing is the last thing on my mind and my lure happens to fall into the water when I didnt mean it to, a fish blows up on it. Stuff like this is what keeps me fishing.

 

[ITO_ZILLION]

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.  

 

A few years ago I had just recently got into the walk the dog technique and was trying to master/learn it. I had just bought a new topwater bait (Paycheck Baits The One) and was itching to try it out for the first time. I decided to hit up a local lake that I frequent all the time to try and put in some more practice to try and master the technique and the new bait. It was the middle of summer, so walk the dog/pencil poppers were always the 'ticket' at this lake. 

 

Got to the lake around noon and could not get a single bite. Decided to try and end the day fishing a big main lake point that is just a few hundred feet from the launch ramp/parking lot. By this time, dusk/sunset had already rolled around and I was getting pretty tired and lazy and was almost ready to call it quits and go home. Its weird but something in the back of my mind told me to stay just for a little while longer. I don't know what happened next but something else in the back of my mind told me to change up my retrieve/cadence just to mix it up a little and see what happens. Over the next few casts, I mustered all the focus and discipline that I could and started to fish the bait a lot slower and more methodical than how I was fishing it that day. Decided to go as slow as I could possibly go for walking the dog and really letting the bait glide as wide as it could possibly go on each twitch.

 

On one of my casts, I decided to make a really long bomber cast as far as I could over the point. As I started my retrieve, I don't know what happened next but my mind went completely blank and I was having some kind of tunnel vision or more likely I was probably 'in the zone' as they say. All I could only think about for the next few seconds was my bait and how I wanted it to look and feel in the water for a really big fish to commit. Next thing I know, I hear one of the biggest topwater blowups I have ever heard in my life. It literally sounded like a gun/explosion going off. Being totally caught by surprise, the fish almost took my whole rod and reel with it. Next thing I know, my braid is screaming out of the guides and the rod is folded over like a limp noodle. It was FULL BENDO! I have never felt a fish this big at the end of my line. I instinctually set the hook and totally forgot about trying to reel with my other hand. A split second later and the fish started to pull me into some rocks or something. By the time my other hand could get to the handle side to try and reel, the fish got un-buttoned and the next thing I know my bait is already floating back up on the surface. 

 

I was just in total shock, awe and disbelief at what just took place in that moment. Mostly I was feeling a lot of disappointment as I now know what it feels like to have the one that got away. Decided to call it quits and go home and while I was driving back home, all I could ever think about was what kind of fish was this and how big was it. This lake is known for big bass but it also has some really big stripers and catfish also. By the way it was fighting and pulling me with so much weight, I am thinking its probably a big catfish or striper and not a largemouth bass. 

 

I will never forget this evening. Because of this fish, walking the dog is still my absolute favorite technique till this day. Lesson learned. Always be prepared by always using the right gear for the given situation and conditions. The stock hooks were pretty crappy to begin with on the Paycheck Baits The One and I should have upgraded them to Owners knowing that I was going to fish lakes with big stripers, catfish and bass. I also did not use the right rod and I should have been using a rod with a much softer/slower action vs a pretty fast jig rod.