: Story time?
Being the slow time of year for many of us I was thinking it would be a great time to tell some stories about your fishing adventures. Something the rest of us would get an idea about who you are, your fishing grounds and something to hold on to and think about during the dreary time of the year. I've been doing a little of it and though I'm not very good at it it is kind of fun to do. Just put them in the forum section that the story belongs in. It would be fun for us to try and imagine an image of you out there having an adventure.
awesome idea... I have a few. Will get into writer's mode when I get this release finished. Fair warning :)
12-17-2010, 10:57 AM
Left Falmouth at 4 pm on Sat. With a scheduled return for late Sunday
> afternoon.Geared up and was rounding the Vineyard passed the MC can and we
> were off . Destination, the Veatch Canyon for an overnight about 120 mile
> due south of Falmouth with an estimated arrival to the edge at about 11
> PM. The 6 hour trip was rough with 4 to 6 foot rollers all the way on the
> 30 foot Pearson V-hull. Crew of three. We wanted to hit the white marlin
> bite for 10 to 2 the following morning.Clear night but rocky. By 9:30 PM ,
> and after a nice maduro cigar I wishing I was going to play golf instead.
> Before we left the skipper asks me if I want some motion sickness pills. I
> say, "Me, I won't need that stuff". By 10:30 I was chumming off of the aft
> with an expensive roast beef sandwich I had before we left. Staggered into
> the cabin to sleep it off. I hear the skipper say that we are almost there
> since the GPS was tracking and the water temperature was rising from 62 to
> 75 degrees in just 7 miles. We were in the gulf stream under a star filled
> sky I haven't seen in years. 320 falthoms, over 1800 feet of water below
> us, at first reading in the steep canyon, with southern seaweed In the
> water. We camped out in the middle ground and slept , drifting 3 to 4
> miles, The skipper at watch (he would sleep going back as the two of us
> took turns at the helm). We rallied at 3:30 am with lines in the water by
> 4. I took my two pills. ALL rods out, two outriggers, two down riggers and
> a long pole at center. Green machines, black demons,and standard daisy
> chains, with a ballyhoo for bait along with the usual lures. No sooner had
> the spreader rigs tracked the water we had hits of yellowfin tuna. I
> landed a 120 pounder after two attempts to gaff it at the boat. My mate
> missed the first time and the big bullet dove down so fast I could barely
> see her in the clear blue canyon water, tearing yards of mono off the
> maxed out drag . My fighting belt was fixed for someone with a waist line
> greater than 36 inches kept slipping sideways with the pronged end of the
> rod butt sticking in all over my gut . Finally she was boated and I needed
> a break. No sooner had we placed all the cleared lines back we had more
> hits and lands. Then, at a quiet moment we had 5 knock downs almost
> simultanious, then 5 big Penns with screaming drags... with lines flying
> off and with only three of us we had to land those before two of us
> grabbed the remaining rods, hoping our lines don't cross. 5 more yellow
> fins boated, fortunatly under 100 pounds each. Kept one released 4. Needed
> a break after that chinese firedrill. One other boat out there radio
> called that they were hitting dorado and no yellows. We had no dorado just
> yellows. At one point our two boats came well within sight and the skipper
> of the other boat holds up a Mahi that had to be as long as he was tall.
> Two of us start trolling 14 wt. Fly rods short of the spreaders and
> imediately hit some nice puppies each around 30 to 50 pounds with some
> smaller, about the size of big false albies. My pal Rick says he wants to
> cast near the high flyers where the mahi were caught. I tell him he is
> nuts blind fly casting out here and no sooner did his fly hit the water he
> was on a nice 30 inch mahi. With pie on my face, I panic cast but miss
> several since I still had the thick tuna unqua hook and quickly switch to
> a sharp gami. I land one , he 4. That was a great lesson on fish and
> structure if there every was. It was 10 am and we had to bag the marlin
> bite in order to start back...5 hours later we are rounding Cape Poge and
> 1 hour later we are at the slip. Toll for the day 12 yellowfin 5 Mahi. It
> was good to be on dry land...shaky as I was.
I didn't see anything about Normandy in there? ;)
12-17-2010, 03:49 PM
A couple of years ago on a "Bluebird Sunday morning" I was trudging back from several hours of fishing the 'Poppy Spit'. Loaded down with fly rod and the usual accompanying stuff I noticed a couple walking toward me. She was dressed in a flowing, floral print long skirt and carried a small sun umbrella over her shoulder. He had long pants, rolled up to just below the knees, shirt and sports jacket and was carrying his shoes, as was she. As we got close I touched the brim of my 'boonie hat' and said 'Good Morning'. She immediately said, in a very English accent, "Reggie, he tipped his bonnet to us! I haven't seen that since we have been over here." He said, "Yes he did, didn't he. What are you doing, fishing? Can you catch anything with that little wand you have there and if so what?" One thing lead to another and I offered to show how I cast the fly out and what it looked like in the water. I literally cast not much more than 10' of line and was bringing it back to shore so they could see how the fly looked. As I dragged the fly through the 'wash' some silly 14" schoolie came crashing up the sand, beaching itself. I casually reached down , thumbed it, turned to them and said "This is how we catch them here!" The gentleman said "Very interesting, hope you have a good day" , turned and walked away! I wonder if they ever told their friends how we surf fish in America.
That's a classic!:chuckle:
12-18-2010, 10:32 AM
Here's a short story that may interest you. It is not really a fishing story but happened on the way back from a fishing trip.
I had been fishing in Los Roques and was on my way home. I had landed in Heathrow Airport, London. In those days British Airways flew to Caracas, unfortunately that is no longer the case.The flights also operated from Terminal 1, that shows how long ago this was. I had a couple of hours to waste before my flight to Düsseldorf so I decided to wander around the airport and look at some shops.
From a distance I saw this very attractive young lady walking towards me, I thought I somehow recognized her. As she approached her beauty became more apparent. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. She looked at me as if she knew me but we walked past each other. I decided to see what this wonderful specimen of womanhood looked like from the back and turned around. At the same moment she also looked around, I then realized who she was.
I am now proud to be able to say that Angelina Jolie turned round to check out my arse.:) :) :)
12-18-2010, 12:46 PM
She looked at me as if she knew me but we walked past each other. I decided to see what this wonderful specimen of womanhood looked like from the back and turned around. At the same moment she also looked around, I then realized who she was.
I am now proud to be able to say that Angelina Jolie turned round to check out my arse.:) :) :)
Pete, from one 60 year old to another....that is a "fantastic" "fish" story and great fiction...I think it more likely that she turned around to make sure this guy who was staring at her was still moving in the opposite direction.:hihi: :lildevl: :wink:
Great stories hope more are in the works. John, I don't know Pete so I can't say what you said, but my thoughts were very confused after reading Pete's story. I'm just about Pete's age and it's been a long time since something like that happened. But hey Pete may be just the guy a woman like that is interested in, smooth, suave and most important a sense of maturity.:lildevl:
12-18-2010, 07:31 PM
OC... I am sure Pete knows that was kidding around ( I really tried to resist but how can you not)... having said that, If I were writing the story I think it would be far more credible if I had written that when Angela...I can say Angela can't I...and I met eyes that she screamed in terror and dropped to the ground in a fetal position.( I think that would not be as funny though)... anyway...In all seriousness, I can verify Pete's story next time by asking Angela if she remembers Pete's arse when she stops by my house for my weekly backrub. At my place she goes by Angela..not Angelina:rolleyes: :lildevl: :wink:
12-19-2010, 10:03 PM
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a
beautiful Princess... "Will you marry me?"
The Princess said "NO!"
And the Prince lived happily ever
after and rode motorcycles and
bought outrageously expensive gear
and didn't have to lie about how much it
cost and went fly fishing and hunting and
played golf and dated women half
his age and drank beer and scotch
and had tons of money in the bank
and left the toilet seat up and farted
whenever he wanted.
12-20-2010, 10:45 PM
Wicked FOGGY and dark as a coal mine...
'launched my yak attack up in Pleasant Bay across from the Chatham Bars... riding the tide to get out front and land on some isolated sand...
'missed my intended landfall and had to backtrack for another dead reckoning attempt...
better luck the second try... beached and finally fishing...
towing the boat on a tether as I hit all the usual west side places...
sun finally came up but the visibility was still well less than 100'...
all alone on the shoal that once lived out in front of the ElbowTown Light...
'slowly worked my way out to the end of that sandy spit and was at a familiar guzzle and had found cooperative fish...
'heard a seal bark off in the foggy distance...
'time passed and heard it again, only closer...
10, maybe 15 minutes go by and I've got a nice one on and I hear that seal again out in front...
there it is... but it's wearing a cap and waving a long stick in the air... and looks SCARED...
I bust off the fish, take a compass heading, run back to the beach and launch my yak...
paddle off into the fog on my compass heading and finally see this poor bastard about to get flushed out into deep water...
get close, make visual contact, evaluate...
will it be a rope toss or a full contact rescue...
don't want to become a well intentioned VICTIM...
after a pleasant exchange, I decided to trust him and offer the loop on the back of my boat...
yelling at him to kick like he meant it, I paddle on the reciprocal heading [plus some Kentucky windage] to get us back to the beach...
'paddled with great purpose...
a little too far right and we'd miss the shoal...
starting to see some ripples in the sand under the boat and finally a gull standing on damp sand...
get my new friend out of the water and into my dry coat...
snatched him from the Jawz of Death and gave him some food... the best parts of my tasty MRE...
Chatham rescue is convinced we're on Tern Island but after a while I educate them as to where we really are...
they say "stay there" and wait for help... I don't think so...
I tell them that we'll start walkin' so as to meet them out in front of the Light House Beach...
'dragging the boat behind me in the shallows, Kevin Rielly from Ohio [who had fallen in while wading in front of the beach and couldn't see which way to swim back to shore] seems to be slightly blue but doing OK...
he tells me that he's about 30 minutes past due for his insulin shot but doing well, all things considered...
'finally get back to the north tip of the shoal across from the stairs... there's the flashing lights of rescue looming through the fog on the beach...
A small CG boat meets us and we get Kevin off on his way to tera firma...
I sat and finished the dregs of my MRE and reflected on what had just happened...
That was the high point of my summer... [Kevin's too, I suspect]
I had just landed a 255 pounder [my personal BEST] and released him to fight another day...
I sure do miss that shoal...
Those were the DAZE !!!
Yes they were Pete... yes they were. Glory days.
And before the Mecca was Big Girl. I kept her a secret for years until that 3 hour clave where we landed 5 fish over 40" and lost more we couldn't turn.
Good job saving that guy, and take full credit for the sign at the stairs they put up the next day.
Proud to say I was the first man to step foot on the mecca. I took transitional panoramic photos of it until I could not stand it any longer and paddled out there in the Buck's Bag, also in the inflatable affectionately named "the pool toy" by Jim Whalen. And to think the great whites where patrolling then too!
And it was a RIOT listening to you and the major talking about me hitting cow after cow out there, with the wind direction I could hear every fart... er word :)
12-21-2010, 09:34 AM
Ha...I remember all of this...seeing Juro pull cow after cow at the mecca.... then paddling out the next day with the out going at dawn. John Mulhander who lived in his family home on the shore near the beach grabbed me in town and knew we were hidding the yaks behind the dunes on the island....I think it was Roop, Juro, and Penguin and the Dogues. One of the funny things was that Dad Dogue drags his yak out to get in...gets in, paddles a few feet and immediatly capsizes it! Prior to, explaining to us his yaking a lot and acquring certain expertise in it's use. I will never forget the consistent keeper size Stripers... all over 36 inches...with Roop pulling in one that had to be 46 inches.
12-21-2010, 10:15 AM
OC see what you started!!!!
12-21-2010, 10:21 AM
Tall tales and lies! What do you expect from a bunch of fishermen?
John loses his entire fly line on a cow that morning - no lie... and the year of the Mecca began.
It was late summer in Seattle and the king salmon started to come in to tidewater. I saw them rolling at the last pool influenced by tide on my way to work at Boeing. My son was probably around 7-8 years old so I took him down to the spot to catch dinner for the family that Saturday.
When we arrived it was mid-morning and most of the hardcores had got their fish and left. A man wearing tattered clothing and a broken fishing rod that I suspect he had salvaged somewhere sat defeated midway up the bluff. I will probably solicit some comments about mentioning a homeless man but I am telling it like I saw it :lildevl:
My kids lived in a new house on a cul de sac where the dogs ran free, the newspaper came on time and the landscaping was impeccable. We weren't rich but didn't want for things by any means. I noticed my kid was staring at the disheveled guy while I rigged up the rod.
I got his attention and it wasn't long before a 18 or so pound king was ripping around the pool on the end of our line, and we tag teamed this bright king to the bank. I brought it up the bank and asked him "what should we do with this beauty?" looking for an opportunity to get home quickly and get on with the chore list.
He said "I want to give it to him" and pointed at the guy with the broken gear, so we did.
Then we hit Cave Man kitchens for barbeque :)
12-21-2010, 03:08 PM
Juro, that is true... but you forgot to say that the cow took my line around the red channel can!!!!! remember?
Ya those guys out east are sure good at it. But I got to admit I got my start out there at an early age and never looked back. I did see those giant cows in the pictures of meca. Blew the pics up 20 times and the cows are as clear as day.
12-21-2010, 08:16 PM
For you guys out west.....Fish NOT real Cows!!! OK?
Thanks John, Now I know why every time I release one of those son of beaches I get shat all over my waders.
Happy holidays, Moooooooo:smokin:
More stories guys!
12-21-2010, 08:53 PM
Well, not on the fly but a pretty impressive tuna caught single handedly by Chatham resident Howdy Emery... at Nickerson's Fish Peir in Chatham. Nick Nickerson is standing behind him.http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh210/striblue/Howdey2.jpg
12-22-2010, 12:17 PM
I was on vacation in SW Florida and walking a beach in the early morning casting flies before the crowds showed..
About a mile into my walk up the beach a fellow was walking towards me gripping his arm and calling for help.
I ran over to him to find he had a spinning lure with treble hooks imbedded in his arm!
He looked pale and in great pain and begged me to pull them out. I declined saying I didn't want to make it worse and offered to drive him to a hospital. He said he was going to pass out and would not make it.
Having read about how to do it I clipped all the hook connections from the lure and got two of the three treble hooks out...the third was in there to the bend!
I pressed down the eye and looped some mono around the bend and told him not to look and to count to three and I would pull the hook. Before he could start the count I pulled figuring he would not be tense and voila! out came the hook with no residual damage!
He immediately regained color and said Wow that didn't even hurt. I again offered him a ride to the hospital and he said no he wanted to go back fishing!
Off he went over the little dune path! I was still shaking from the experience wondering what damage I could have caused to his arm.
Always mash my barbs from that day on on flies and lures!