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Here's one.

Back about 25 years ago I was fishing a tournament on Sardis Reservior in North Mississippi (which was a great lake at that time).  Out of 500 entrants I happen to draw a friend in my fishing club as my partner.  I was very pleased as he and I had fished together several times, he was a very good fisherman and together we had about as much knowledge of the lake as anyone else in the tournament; we took my rig.  As the fishing slowed in early afternoon I suggested we go to a place where I knew an old gravel road crossed a creek channel and on about the third cast I hooked a toad on a small crankbait right on the edge of the creek.  Anyway, I told my partner to get the net and slowly played the big fish until I was certain he would come in easy.  Well, when I eased the fish up alongside the boat my partner took a huge swipe at the fish and caught it with the edge of the net sending the fish a good 20 feet up in the air wher he just watched it fall straight back down in the water where the crank bait immediately popped out.  We both guessed 8 & 1/2 to 9 lbs (10 lbs wasn't uncommon in the lake at that time).  I was sick; he was equally sick and because he was my friend I couldn't kill him.  

This was in the days when Mississippi had a 15 per day limit on bass and while both of us weighted in an average sized limit, everyone in the top 20 had a kicker of between 3.5  and 6 lbs - in short that fish would have won me big bass and 1st place.  To this day when I see him he apologises for that net job.  

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Well, I have 2 main fishing buddies. One is about as thick as a brick and the other is even thicker lol. Maybe us being in the "420 club" has something to do with that lol. I have done some very dumb things too like run into a dock going full throttle, that was very, very, bad. To name a few, my buddy has, dunked the canoe, ran over the gas line with prop, forgot to latch the pin for boat tralier resulting in a crashed boat, and the list just goes on and on.

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Let's see here....Hmmmmm.

FiveBass, fishing with alcohol in the boat invites accidents (possibly fatal), arguments, murder, AND/OR arrest.

FLYROD, I said my buddy drinks all the beer,not me.I quit drinking a few blue moons ago.I'll pass an on the water breath-a-lyzer any day of the week.Plus,the guy I'm speaking of is a long time close friend,not my tournament partner.....he drinks too much.

Just because I dont drink anymore doesnt mean he cant drink when we go fishin'.I'm a responsible enough adult to keep us both out of trouble.Thanks for the tips.  

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My fishing buddy and I used to own a small bass boat.  One hot summer day when the biggin's weren't biting we decided to explore an unknown part of the lake.  We noticed how much higher the lake was after coming across a rope swing hanging from a tree about 50 yards from the shore.  I was driving the boat and he was in front navigating.  When we pulled up to the swing he instinctively grabbed it.  As soon as he latched on to the rope I floored it and left him hanging there.  I jetted out and fished afor about 10 minutes...Good times...sniff..sniff

On another one of our outtings we managed to drop a running outboard (7.5 Johnson)into the lake.  Thank God it was tied to a cleat!  We pulled it up, re-clamped it down and she started right up.  I still have the motor in my garage and fire it up every weekend!

The very first boat trip we took together was right after we bought it.  We drove directly to the nearest gas station, filled up the 5 gallon tank, dropped the boat in the water and cruised to the middle of the lake.  That's where she died.  We had never heard of "2 stroke oil"  :o  After paddling back to shore we went home and through the magic of "Marvel Mystery Oil" had her up and running again.  We learned everything the hard way.  ;)

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chasing my fishing buddies down the river with a live copperhead they was screamin loud enough to wake the dead.  trying to flyfish i hooked myself in the butt, standing on a rock in middle of the river with my pants down trying to get the hook out, and rafters goin on both sides of the rock. trusting my buddy night fishing this great pond, till the cops came.

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Somewhat related.

I used to live on Barrington beach.  Only a couple houses at the end of a public beach.  The bluefish use the whole cove to corner huge schools of baitfish and when the bite is on, it's actually"loud".  Bluefish boil on bait in football field size schools.

Anyway, I was awoken one night about 4-430AM by the fish going nuts.  I went downstairs, grabbed a rod off the wall and made my way down to the beach.  I waded out in my underwear up to my waist and started nailing fish after fish.  

Next thing I know, my watch is beeping(wake up alarm)  It's 7:00 and there are about 50 people all around having morning coffee, walking dogs, fishing,etc,...AND I'M IN MY UNDERWEAR!.  Had to high step it up the lawn, laughing to myself the whole way.

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i mainly fish by myself dont drink anymore much so most of my buddies dont hang with me im a regular participant in the 420 club i have a platinum card though very suprised to see so many who do or who just talk like they do any way no wierd stories or anything although my brother did catch a wasp nest in a cypress tree once with a heddon topwater you talkin about running a 18 horse nissan that day we found out exactly what it would do on that 12x32 flat bottom any way ive got to go outside and smoke talk to yall later

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Me and my partner rap and ad fishing lyrics its actually pretty fun and weve gotten good might have to make a CD my fishing partner has his 420 club platinum edition card he pretty much swips his card 3 or 4 times a day

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Great stories from everyone.  What a good thread.  I don't have anything to amazing to tell...other than the odd pet peeves of mine of two of my fishing buddies.  One lifetime-long fishing buddy of mine still smokes a joint prior to any fishing outing that we partake in.  Says it puts him in sync with the fish.  He always outfishes me.  I don't partake in his prefish activities.

And another good friend of mine, who has flourocarbon veins with fish blood running through them, always brightens my day first thing at work with his predictable phrase"ready to go fishin'?"  Always delievered with a huge smile, because he works nights and leaves for the lake at the same time that I'm clocking in.  But to fish with this guy is like living on the edge.  When he hits the trolling motor, you'd better have your knees bent or you're going over.  And when he sets the hook, it's usually not in a fishes mouth, but instead whizzing past your left ear.  There's gotta be a whole support group of bass out there with their jaws half ripped off from this guy setting his hook.  But we all love to fish.  I suppose it's in everyones blood here.  Fish on boys...fish on!

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